abreaction
shall i whisper in mousy tones
as to not disrupt your train
of thoughtless contemplation?
empty, you pour yourself out.
trying to root your life in
desert sand, its grainy
texture harshly abrasive
to my pale skin, my freckles
scream, trying to get your attention.
as to not disrupt your train
of thoughtless contemplation?
empty, you pour yourself out.
trying to root your life in
desert sand, its grainy
texture harshly abrasive
to my pale skin, my freckles
scream, trying to get your attention.
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