string and feathers
tombs and flesh
bones and a soul
how mesmerizing can one be when put with another
mending one another
filling up the gaps that once stood
stuffing it with colors and the sky
the vast emptiness shrinks leaving the perforation unseen
leaves only us two together
woven side by side like string
solid as titanium
bend but not break
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryㅤ𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ a crisp start to everything beatific an escape from ferocity there lies the ink of a pen and a creaked paper in my hands ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆
