mama has golden stardust in her mocha eyes and her raven hair falls to her shoulders like cascades. she is the star i orbit and the moon that listens to my midnight musings.
you will find in her blood the fabrics that make up every goddess, every heroine, every great woman because she is the divine personification of every description you would give an ethereal woman.
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Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
