frida kahlo
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Frida
my inspiration
you and me both always falling
for ugly and cruel
men who don't deserve us,
but at least the cold rising wind
is still blowing through both our
ugly and cruel hearts!
Lively soul,
from the house of ocean and heavens,
vibrant,
ephemeral.
Plagued by malady at every turn,
pierced by cupid's arrow,
bones crushed by conveyance,
blossomed ardor,
If I could bring anything, I would bring my edgy socks
They breathe between who I am now and the steps I am taking to become
They smoothen the edges I have formed around my insides
