knots
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Why do we tie things together
Just for them to be undone
Because love always ends
Just before it has begun
Intimacy starts with a crush
And always ends with trails of tears
Knots
Some for infinity
Tied together tight
Never taken away
Until it is not needed
Until its job is done
Twisted and tangelled I think I fell out of the skiy.
Red flesh kept mangeled, is not how humans feel alive.
To live and feel life where the sorrow and anger has been.
Was written like a map in my layers of skin.
