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    Poetry

    𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.

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    「 dear helios. 」

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    yellow, ᴄᴏʟᴅᴘʟᴀʏ, 00.52

    the sun is like a sword,
    it pierces through the sky.
    weaving gold through my every written word,
    autumn has once again passed me by.

    the sun is like a sword,
    it pierces through my heart.
    clouds on the horizon have been torn,
    a little taste of forever's gleaming start.
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