i bask in the moonlight as the stars twinkle calmly. the midnight breeze hits my skin and my mind leads itself into the abyss of thoughts caged in the darkest corner. i then realise that no matter how much time passes by, we all continue to be etched in the minds of the passerbys. the sun soaked you writing poetry or the moonlit nights you've bled tears ; they all continue to live on. no part of you has died. all parts of us exist always, simultaneous and hidden.
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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...
