a poem on how catra sees herself and adora
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in a world of sharpened daggers
and of
broken shards of rusted black metal,
in my glass body
littered in hairline fractures,
always so close to breaking
yet looking completely intact,
it is your flower soft velvet touch
and your
gentle even breaths so steady
that keep me whole
this is the first poem i’ve written in a long long time and it is about my beloved. i thought it worked well for catra/adora. lemme know if you want more poems for this fandom
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