it's shivering-ly beautiful,
the way we hold on forever.
it's precarious and deadly-
haunting.
but we choose to haunt ourselves,
don't we?
we make the choice,
every day,
to see the faces of the lost ones,
everywhere we go.
we haunt ourselves.
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𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,, poetry
Poetry──── ⋆⋅ ❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ❞⋅⋆ ── just some simple, kinda crappy little thoughts, poems and songs i wrote while listening to folklore one afternoon<3 track titles by t...
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it's shivering-ly beautiful,
the way we hold on forever.
it's precarious and deadly-
haunting.
but we choose to haunt ourselves,
don't we?
we make the choice,
every day,
to see the faces of the lost ones,
everywhere we go.
we haunt ourselves.