through all these days and years
accompanied by love and hate
by the intricate spinning of the compass needle
which always points to places i wanna go with you—
i know nothing
not even a sole thing about you.i befriend the limitless void
uncapable of slumber, always slungs under my shoulders—
nothing rests atop of my head
except diamonds in my body i must shed.March 05, 2023 (4:10pm)
von, nothing
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces 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...