do you know how it feels
to have everything melt slowly inside
as it cooks of feelings and expressions
that're sick and tired of being jailed
in such a frail and empty heart?
it's painful and draining,
it's like everything's flowing uncontrollably;
spilled and untouched.
something that no one'll ever witness
something so deep in you;
something that people can never understand.
- diana x
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satellites
Poetrya lot of salmon poetry, with some tuna prose - packed in this plastic bag
