The metallic edge of sad eyes, that visit the biased future where the black quartered clothes that dress the body stalk, is crackling.
Traces scratches the skin while penetrate the abyss of two legs. And its shouts clinch itself into the pavement, cracks that open under the window.
Flakes of the ungrateful exfoliant that were trying to cut the thorns where the hands threaded themselves.
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Masterpiece in itself🌹
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Thank you very much, hope you think it is a masterpiece …😊
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It is my friend. 🙂
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A friend hug. 😊
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🙂
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You write really well.
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Thank you so much, it makes me very happy that you think so. 😊😊😘😘
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Fantastic!
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Thank you!! ☺
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