from my palms, which were
scratched and torn and bleeding red,
the small bird flew home.
flight
from my palms, which were
scratched and torn and bleeding red,
the small bird flew home.
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where do our thoughts wander in the middle of the night?
#abstract
#aesthetic
#beautiful
#depression
#friendship
#haiku
#happy
#hate
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#hopeless
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#moments
#poems
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#romance
#sad
#thisisthethirdonewhatamidoingjfc
#thoughts
from my palms, which were
scratched and torn and bleeding red,
the small bird flew home.