A hothead with cold feet
A limited forever with a heartbeat
The lingering taste of alcohol and one mistake
Because hangovers hurt less than heartache
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Blood Orange Periphery / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
Poetry❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. Th...
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A hothead with cold feet
A limited forever with a heartbeat
The lingering taste of alcohol and one mistake
Because hangovers hurt less than heartache
