
with chained ankles,
hush, thrilling lips,
a body floats inside my mind,
dwindling through the carcass,
old and vintage-
a mahogany river of crooked moonlight,
this body blooms and sinks at the same time,
uttering a blob of big sun-shaped tongue
emerging out,
emerging through the stains and walls
through veins and puddles.
this time itches now,
I have wounds all over my barren body
a body- now a pit of marks.
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Beautiful piece here! We all collect scars throughout the years and our bodies grow weaker, but the wisdom we accumulate far outweighs the scars and the weakening with age. Love this! 💖
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So profound. Thank you so much for this insightful feedback.:)
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Great imagery in this one.
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Thankyou.:)
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This body blooms and sinks at the same time, such a gorgeous piece this is.
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Thankyou Anamikaa.:)
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Beautiful words!!! Bodies bloom and sink at the same time. I loved that ❤💜
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I sense a body strained from a dance, but a beautiful dance!
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Thankyou so much:)
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