everything was an endless loop,
i'd be loose.
in the darkness, i was caught in a jam,
your presence was my blazing lamp.pinterest.
this is the last thing i wrote about him that was overflowing with admiration. it was planned to have 365 pieces, but the flames between us burnt out. (in his part, he said tho.XDD )
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METAMORPHOSIS: WORDS BENEATH HER MATTRESS
PoetryHer upward trajectory in her buried words.