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Poetry

Original poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.

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by RoseCT

by RoseCT

I used to fear oblivion.

A shout into the void.

But a taste of our infinity

And my fear was destroyed.

I'd always like to think

That metaphors hold some truth

And that it would be such a privilege

To have my heart broken by you.

So Hazel Grace Lancaster,

Please think of me everyday.

And keep our little infinity.

Okay? Okay.