She shined like a broken plate
She lit like a broken moon
She spoke like a broken mirror
She was a falling star
She was the starting of a war
She was a rhymeless poem
She was the cracking noise of a broken heart.
- imperfection
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Burning water
Puisia set of poetry oozing out of my hands. stories that feel like moon to your stars and dream that burn your skin like the sun. Can water burn you? Yes when its splashing comd yet boiling hot when you can see death kissing your life. some minimal dra...
