i will mourn for your broken bones
bathe in your blood
bask in your sadness
cradle your mind
and soothe your heart
i am the eternal slave of
the thought of you
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𝖆𝖇 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖆 ✓
Poetry𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓃ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓎 → original poetry → written from july 2018 to nov. 2019 Copyright © 2020 broken-statues
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i will mourn for your broken bones
bathe in your blood
bask in your sadness
cradle your mind
and soothe your heart
i am the eternal slave of
the thought of you
