She cuts her soul into pieces now !



letters, stitched to raven's heart;
gone for the heights of sky top,
some verses erotic, some spotty,
some sad, gloomy and just numb, 
young, just in her menstrual cycle's, 
of mind games, jealousy & hatred;
her idea's suffer her ideals cradles, 
and teeth's bite jaws like her smiles, 
she's a lost soul in a fast lane bus, 
her radio signals reaches no hearts, 
phoenix; her spirit is her lost door's, 
tiny desk with scissors blunt lines, 
she cuts her soul into pieces now,
she's a mom, a sister, a lover, a friend, 
she cuts her soul into pieces now !


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