H.P.

[Left Brain]

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I imagine there's nothing left to desire when we've given ourselves up to a greater force
It must be easy, to give all your love to something that bathes us in hope from a higher plane.
Mother.... My great, great, mother. How many fangs did it take to puncture your flesh until you bore the predator's grin?

I can see love in the things we do, in the promises we keep to bear a fate once unkempt. Ah...
Somewhere along the way I sprung a leak, I don't want to love anymore.
I want you all to love me.
It's a promise.
Cross my heart,
hope to die.

Hannah P.