wounds for harvest.

words inspired from events transpired.
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This space between
is a deep ravine
dividing yours
from mine.

It’s an impasse
we cannot cross
save with blood
and broken binds

Side by side
yet far apart
find in the distance
we may convene.


We’ll run till we bleed
but never meet;

we are parallel lines.

  1. evanesquet posted this