I


II


days racked
with sobs, eased into
suffocating roar...
grappling nature,
the sapling grew

III


IV


V


VI


When you paint me
Love
Will you borrow
Colours
From madness, or my misery
Underneath
I wonder

VII


VIII


IX


X


It's been so long 
since I traced the words
in my messy scrawl
and not in an imitation
of yours
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