to the dreamer.
my lover.
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till today I did not discover the root to love.
it's complicated.
unsortable.
but, it's the unsorted mixture that we adore the most.
red bleeding lips, dark eyes, colourless fluids and skin drunk on skin like a little fantasy in a paradise.
swollen hearts and connected souls, mind screaming in a numb pain.
know that,
remember always,
through despised distance,
and ticking time,
i love you.
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Love Is In Thy Air (Saint Vals 2021) | ✔
PoetryWhat is love? I ask the aspects dancing in my vision. They tell me a little story that I may be don't understand. ________________________________ Saint Vals 2021 winner. Poetry entry for Saint Vals 2021 (Valentine's special) hosted by @AmbassadorsL...
