thank you
for holding me dear
when i am nothing
but a stranger
to my own body
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moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
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thank you
for holding me dear
when i am nothing
but a stranger
to my own body
