[ a poem by Julsijuls ] ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐๐๐ฒ๐บ๐ I tried to cut stems off my whole body but they only grew back the very same dead arms that I wish to get rid off they can't bloom they can't move they aren't alive but they keep coming back like weeds in your garden they come back and think they're needed when they're not. โi cut you off, now go. image from https://pin.it/2wOmk4B #ProseAndPoetry
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