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Home, I'd learned, is spelled as H O M E but I keep spelling it as Y O U, even long after you were gone. I still see the synonyms of home written across your pictures and the letters of sanctuary embedded in your smile.
The spark between us turned out to be a wildfire and now my home's surrounded in flames. And yet, the only thing I wanna save is my memories of you.
~ Ish, wondering how many poems is it gonna take to forget him...
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Hey! I'm Ish♡
I hope you like these pieces of my heart, and I hope we have a fun along the way 🤍
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Reverie
Poetry~ if not between the lines, where else can I find my peace? ~ Trigger warnings applied || Poetry Collection ||
