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nostalgia fills my memories
sorrowful putty
in the gaping wounds of the past
dripping wisps of fate
into the drudgery present.
And love that was one tastefully bitter
salty like his cum
has become transparent as the shattered glass
pricking my tender wrist.
Perfection plagues my delicate soul
taunting in its awesome impossibility
until all i'm left with
are mediocre attempts
to become more than i am.
The circle is complete
sticky with dried burgendy bliss
rank with flaws
and dark with this disappointment
that i am only female.
Only human.
Perfectly flawed.
sorrowful putty
in the gaping wounds of the past
dripping wisps of fate
into the drudgery present.
And love that was one tastefully bitter
salty like his cum
has become transparent as the shattered glass
pricking my tender wrist.
Perfection plagues my delicate soul
taunting in its awesome impossibility
until all i'm left with
are mediocre attempts
to become more than i am.
The circle is complete
sticky with dried burgendy bliss
rank with flaws
and dark with this disappointment
that i am only female.
Only human.
Perfectly flawed.
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