and there is always
a flower that blooms in drought—
[cell in dead body]
a chance that you always sought
without your lies being caught.
Feb. 26, 2023 (2:47am)
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Ps. I don't make any sense here xD. Too shallow I swear!
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Pieces of Moonbeams
ПоэзияPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
