and if the world were to end in an apocalypse, i'd still want to descend to hell with your arms entangled in mine.
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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...
- will always think about you
and if the world were to end in an apocalypse, i'd still want to descend to hell with your arms entangled in mine.
