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murderer. she killed the tiny, intangible knot in my heart that made my days softer. why did she take it? is it because of the ashblack of her soul? was her intention benign gone cancerous? i'd tear out my brain to know. yes, secretly, burried, was the will for him to be in harmony with me. but i am realistic enough to keep it that inside, webbed in silk. but now it's dead. the breath leaked from its puntured lungs, blush scrubbed clean from its hidden skin. and now
she's helped him undo the knot
and i am barren
she's helped him undo the knot
and i am barren