i put my heart out so much
the sting of rejection hasn't dulled
i yearn so deeply
but it seems to everyone else im nothing more than casual
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inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
f r i e n d s.
i put my heart out so much
the sting of rejection hasn't dulled
i yearn so deeply
but it seems to everyone else im nothing more than casual