08.18.20
Curiosity itself, is a poison.
It often leads us to its greed
of knowing more,
of wanting more,
of feeling more,
and in the end,
it leaves us hanging on the cliff
of our own false truth.
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoetryThe sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always...
