who knew that the smile that
could speed up my heart rate
and create knots in my stomach
could also create a blazing fire
of jealousy when it's not to me.
#78//valentina accardo
(this doesn't make sense sorry)
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a palette of poems
Poesíawriting is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words...
