a place for the watch to count days,
cuts bled cut with blades,
bangle dreams rumble winds,
rather receives knife's shade.A.N. plz I'm paralysing at the thought of it.. it's just some thoughts nothing personal plz dw.. just don't harm yourself ever or else I will fucking haunt in your nightmares... Plz don't self harm, instead talk with me if you want I'm here.
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Petals of my moonflower
PoetryRed isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hat...