we exist as people of persons
a division of something refined
without each other, the pieces never meet
they never get put back together
Posted in response to the challenge Why?.
we exist as people of persons
a division of something refined
without each other, the pieces never meet
they never get put back together
Posted in response to the challenge Why?.
unchipped petals
untouched
raw and new
different and beautiful
crystal flower with geometric patterns
my name is dove, but I am the Crow Queen.
these gashes have healed
and my title is all that I have conquered, and nothing more
the songbirds take care of me
I wear a crown of lilies instead of roses
I ran faster than I ever had. So fast I didn't realize I had stopped. I was in Crow's arms.
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