After writing this, please let me go

You look beautiful and perfectuntil I opened your heartA jar of stagnant darknesskept for so longit stink of frustrationof rotting sadnessof envy and jealousythe scent of cadaverine.I gave you a sheet, a quill, and a brushto give your soul a languagethat no one understand other than youThe poem you wroteis almost a songusing the inkfrom… Continue reading After writing this, please let me go

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