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herdirtylittleheart:

You’re just as pretty when I pull you apart. When I push away your petals and expose your tender parts. You’re strong and defiant, a sensitive heart. You’re a finer mess (your tears in your hair) than you were at the start. 

I ache to see the places where you’re connected, to find the loose threads that open the seams. It makes me wet to watch you spill for me. Split open and soft for me. I love to watch you bloom. 

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