hair full of snowflakes
in the soft silence
the clock tick tick tock
stopped when it's burnt
exactly at eleven
along with hers
sooted petals fell
and night sky turned
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Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
15 - eleven
hair full of snowflakes
in the soft silence
the clock tick tick tock
stopped when it's burnt
exactly at eleven
along with hers
sooted petals fell
and night sky turned
