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1 year ago · 0 · Poetry, +5
the perfect, imperfection of our souls.
one soul bounds after the other.
it begs on their knees for forgiveness,
but the other is relentless.
the raw swollen skin from my cheeks,
his jovial eyes turn sinister.
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