Sickness
I taught myself to sing thoughts more brightly. Calmer than you've toned. In your mind in cases with bone. Come to think of this worlds hit you harder than you've shown, shakingly hid from the warm bodies surrounding you. Stood perfectly in the framed photos. I ache for you to help me build a home, where you could be safe and comfort bound. Like a blanketed pillow of foam. I promise one day we'll lift from this honeycomb like sickness and bring out something beautiful for you to find home.
Sickness
-k.j.f
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癒合 Yùhé - Heal
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