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dough
I the broken writer,
writing words like dough
folding lies and pain
into the center of minds to gain
some form of emotion,
I cover the windows with doors
like water to the flour
to block every single memory
glimpsing those days,
staining my hands
With powdered regrets mixed in with words that they set into me,
shaping the dough which is still formless.
© weking
writing words like dough
folding lies and pain
into the center of minds to gain
some form of emotion,
I cover the windows with doors
like water to the flour
to block every single memory
glimpsing those days,
staining my hands
With powdered regrets mixed in with words that they set into me,
shaping the dough which is still formless.
© weking
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