Category: /General/Put on hold your pain,
outside our love. Your tears falling.
My hands to become flowers.
I go to milk tree to
pay back the debt. You rub my arms
gently. I shed my negatives.
Paradigm? Man says
ghosts live. A snake never leaves
her eggs. My poems remain induct.
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