your soul looks like it was ancient poetry written beneath the moon.
and i'd pluck the stars to fill the void in your heart from the fragments i took to keep with me.
leaving the galaxy to let us intertwine our veins to the cosmic tune.
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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...
