<insomiac's diary entry 2>
the night is rising from the sea with all her stars, i try to bury my restlessness and cascade my loneliness to succumb to its present state of worth. It is a lovely night as the curled moon emerges, balancing it's tranquil view in sight; a kiss for a promise and a touch for a feeling, i am forever bound to your affection.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
