.So tell me what you see.â¨
Do you see anguish or see ecstasy?
It's worrying, what you might find of me without the poetry
to save my face, to save my skin.
It's so delicate...
Ripped limb from limb,
turned from soil into stone,
no more shall I be held in this prison of .
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