I call every piece 
Of my severed soul
Back to me. ✨
The piece lying in 
Tears at the feet of 
My mother. ✨
Come. ✨
The pieces lying in 
Blood, spilling over the 
Palms of unfit lovers. ✨
Come. ✨
The pieces buried low in 
The Atlantic 
Waiting to be recovered. ✨
Come back. ✨
I can carry you now. 
With love,
Ankhet 

I call every piece Of my severed soul Back to me. ✨ The piece lying in Tears at the feet of My mother. ✨ Come. ✨ The pieces lying in Blood, spilling over the Palms of unfit lovers. ✨ Come. ✨ The pieces buried low in The Atlantic Waiting to be recovered. ✨ Come back. ✨ I can carry you now. With love, Ankhet

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