when i saw your body for the first time
i realized how war torn you were
how many battles you lost
on your wrists
your thighs
how many fires occurred
on your sides
your lovely sides
and how many times i told you
i loved you because i do
because no matter how many times
you have lost the battle
you will always win the war
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
