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I sprung from fertile soil like a garden blossoming into a mosaic kaleidoscope of
vibrant colors

|that I no longer have the ability to see|

but I still feel the ghostly rose petals haunting my skin







~Heart hardened by the cold harsh bite of the wind~

my bones rattle as they echo as If they were fabricated from tattered tin



*Kissing me softly like morning dew on a Tulip only to wake in the silhouette of my snowglobe dream*


-That now seems all too strange to me

I simmer as my blood starts to boil-



Why am I so strange to me

Unfamiliarity in familiar features


Ghostly silhouettes of my parent's features

Here I lay writing as my all deserved place

As an abolished creature


Here I lay biting my own flesh just to bleed out a trace
Letting the emotion trickle down

my clammy skin as I submerge myself in the depth of Winter's icy cool touch

A cold thick glass window in the New Hampshire downpour fading into the grey skies

A distant memory blanketed in a monochrome gradients of nostalgia


These scars are the only thing that stays in this place


A gradient scale of grey


An alien feel of being far away


I long to be redeemed from the ultimate rejection


As I sit here and I compartmentalize my feelings section by section


I'll dissipate into the wind and search for answers in any direction


Anything to avoid the place I came from I see traces of in my reflection

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