of ash in picket fence.

if only you knew

how damn real i am

how soft

how pink

how true

how i dont know

what to do with myself

how to show

my soul

to you;


i paint

a picture of all

that’s strong

and hard

and knows

but indeed the flower

whos life is on


is the flower

that never




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