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other half the paradise
lure fills up my lungs
ruined by your voice's lullabytormentingly ferocious
something my body cannot hold
am I just hallucinating,
the halos you seem to behold?

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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed