through the fissures I guide
the humble breaths in
in inside of me
to the dry most core
of my parched self
sucking in some fresh death
laden with the moist tears
and strands of a few succulent dreams
flesh white with life
eyes oozing blood
till death holds on
I shall not give up.
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It's just been one of those days where nothing went right. Except I got to
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Oh my god...thankfully there is still some hope..very well written
Something resonates inside me.
till there is hope
i am
It is an interesting image that you paint here, with your words!
ani: what is hope?
mampi: :-)some part of me and some part of you that is not there.
adee : u better be there else...
nikki: thank you.
"I shall not give up."<-----
I found hope :D
gud...u must not give up
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