“I wouldn't mind
if life left me...
wingless
burnt to cinders
ripped by storms
scattered... like weeds
celestially wounded
without cherry blossoms
to perish with
but I would cry
with head held in my hands
if it left me...
unfulfilled."
(Sanober Khan)
lG, Elisabeth
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