She was the caving darkness in a world of reality
He was the treason in tumultuous pursuit of happiness
They were covered in cloaks of virulence; poisoned to the realms of catastrophe
Their shaking hands and beating hearts filled with hope
Pulling onwards to something more massive than they
It was fire, fire through the night in their gray hearts.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
