the seeds you planted
in my heart grew in
fine fettle, its' vines
wound around my
heart tight.
flowers bloomed
from it, and felt
heavy when it
started bearing
fruits.
even when the
vines were strangling
my veins, the flowers
suffocating my breath,
fruits weighing it down,
i tried to live.
so i ate the poison
berries and let the
vines and flowers
wither by letting my
heartbeat stop
for a moment.
and when i'm
finally clean,
that's when you
hear my heart beating
again, like it never stopped
for a second.
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four seasons
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