My skin is bruised
Like cherry-blossom petals;
And I've been taught to fear
To enjoy living in my cage
To rhyme in my words
Or it won't be art on the page.
Right here.
Perceive me then, for it is what I am meant for. Look at me, and see the good and bad within, both at the same time. Perceive me, forever and before that time, with eyes seeing, or blind. Perceive the flaws and the good bits alike, I fear not your judgement, for you read minds not in this lifetime.
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Monday, 23 September 2024
But the Lock is Broken
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