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Scabs
Sometimes the fact that I will never be fourteen again sits on my chest and picks at my skin
My mother is dropping me off around the block
You’re waiting out the front with two movie tickets and combed hair
I wore my nicest shoes and brightest eyesStop picking my skin
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R U MINE?
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I’m supposed to cut the grass today
But the wildflowers that pepper my garden are yellow and bright
They forever reach for the sun in an unforgiving metaphoric way
Growing taller and taller until they swallow me whole and deliver me back to the sun baked earth
I walk among them and they graze my skin like gentle fingers feeling if I have a fever
They cry out for salvation
The dark sky will cry with them and I will listen
I’m supposed to cut the grass today
But I’ll leave it for another day
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✨Crystal grids✨
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Aphrodite blessing the rising sun 🌞
