or boundaries?
My inner goddess whimpers
I find myself in a quandary
Laundry, baggage
Ripped my heart out, so savage
But the only thing I hold
Is the key to this soul.
I'll then be whole, but behold
Morbidity says a lot.
But even darkest holes just aren't
Deep enough for the plot.
I wipe my tears
So that you don't confuse them
with fear
for this is just another life reflecting moment,
my dear.
Love, P
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