It hurts, it fucking hurts
like knives plunged into my heart
like the dead worm in a rotten apple.
at the foot of the tree. We explored in other
times, other places, other hands.
I knew I had to, again, look at myself
-finished 3/19/2018 11:02:15 PM PST
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