if the long nights remind me of unwanted memories that i wish would be gone,
be the hope that births at the break of dawn.
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Poetry[BOOK 1] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ reflection of the stars glisten in her eyes as she looks up at the moon residing amongst the clouds ; broken hearts do still love. ❞ crumpled scribbled papers, bloodshot eyes, wine and wet tissues...
- the sunrays on your frame
if the long nights remind me of unwanted memories that i wish would be gone,
be the hope that births at the break of dawn.
