I prayed until my knees bled
for this love to pour out of me
down below everything
seems divine
tore a layer off my skin
named this wound yours
and began growing a new
form, cracking the mold
of your memory.
Poetry of Henna Johansdotter
I prayed until my knees bled
for this love to pour out of me
down below everything
seems divine
tore a layer off my skin
named this wound yours
and began growing a new
form, cracking the mold
of your memory.
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