frost etches into my skin
i feel nothing anymore
but the pain, sombre, grief
enwreathing my rib cage
—it all says otherwise.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoetryThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
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frost etches into my skin
i feel nothing anymore
but the pain, sombre, grief
enwreathing my rib cage
—it all says otherwise.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
