Before tossing it to the trash
After acquisition
With bags of bones and hearts
Instead her hand is outreached
For rotted trees
Eager to carve trophies out of death
Put them on display
for all to see
Hoping to shape-shift
Into a status symbol
But a wish for vogue repute
Is just regression
The only way to evolve
Is to love
1 comment:
thumbs up, dude
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