love. love. love. i keep hearing the same word everytime i breathe. and i hope to leave this world with the word engraved in me. for if i don't get to hold my lover in my arms as i die atleast i'd have what i couldn't experience in emotions, the word, love.
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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...
