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I won't bring peace
at a function
that lives for war.
the same way
you pour liquor
on the wounds
I kept trying to tend.
'cause I know love,
and you haven't touched it
like the precious and delicate
thing it was.
you know love in letters and in words,
you know love in whispers and in words,
you know love that withers away worlds.
you don't know how to hold it.
you break it.
every.
single.
time.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
