to the knight, to the villain, to the monster. i narrated your wars here.
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Burning Home
Poesía[ a poetry collection about grieving and becoming. ] I wish for the day when flowers no longer sink in water. When their eyes gaze not ignominy but proud; even dust can be seen as gold. And exhaustion feels rewarding.
dedication
to the knight, to the villain, to the monster. i narrated your wars here.
