Inside me, a tempest rages -
flowers bursting through cracked ribs,
their thorns piercing deeper with every silent scream.
I choke on words unsaid,
swallowing the poison of quiet love,
letting petals tear through my lungs
until breath becomes a battleground.
you are the sun i cant reach -
bright and distant,
while i bleed this garden of pain,
thorns digging in like broken promises.
each...
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