i stare at her.she's the most peculiar specimen i have ever come across.
with flower petals in her hair,she prances around fields barefoot in the dress she made with her own hands while everyone is fleeing from the conflict around them.
she is a chaotic soul.
she is made up of her own ashes.
she is not afraid,she will walk through fire thinking it is her friend.
her heart is drowning.
yet you humans will never understand her.
she is purely a chaotic soul.
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Inkables
Poetryhere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
