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OMFG BEST POEM I"VE READ THIS MONTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

portrait of a girl kneeling in a slaughterhouse by parrish h.

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The cold scent of love which i do not or will ever own

Love traveling like a fresh scent in the cold air.

It chills you.

But you reach for it.

It's a desire.

A longing.

Not something you really need.

But you long.

You cry over the boys and men.

Who broke your sorry heart.

Oh how you long

You gracefully trace the tears on your face.

Looking in the mirror you comment as if somebody will listen.

¨Oh dear god, how have I gotten here? Where has my childhood been? Does it long to belong to me once again. Does it want me again? Can I have it again? Did I spend it correctly, god? Did I do it right? Did I?¨

A silence.

Nothing more.

You mourn the loss of wrongfully spent childhood.