Sometimes
The cold light strikes
Like a thousand knives, cuts
Appear in your raw wounded flesh,
And then
Blood flows,
Deathly pale, you think you will die
Your body limp, folds up,
Words save you, “I
Love you.”
Sometimes
The cold light strikes
Like a thousand knives, cuts
Appear in your raw wounded flesh,
And then
Blood flows,
Deathly pale, you think you will die
Your body limp, folds up,
Words save you, “I
Love you.”
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So beautiful with so many loving thoughts! I hope your weekend has been aonderful with LOTS of joy!!
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Thankyou so much Alyssa. And I hope the same for you too. Nature gives me much joy, though I cannot see it. I hear and feel it. Beautiful xo
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Beautiful. Love the end. Hope in despair
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