Poems from The Bond

I am not a poet
There is something lovely  in salty tears in a sharp pained chest in a crooked smile. I come from a soiled root decaying Earth...
Two faceless flowers  Navigating through the garden of chaos  Found something.  
I gaze out of the foggy window  Only at lights and shadows.  Smudged colors and grey-scales fromulate behind the glass  I take my cotton...
I've been here before  I know this euphoria well enough that I've mapped it  I remember how it feels to be brand new in someone's mind ...
My dwelling is overflowing with immaculate chill  I am the center of it. Sweet honey vibes spill  This may be my shortest piece yet....

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