smell the flowers! like children,
sweetest while fresh; and then they bloom,
and then rot; oh! they withered too soon.
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HELLO! I'M SORRY I'VE BEEN AWOL FOR SO LONG! HOW MANY MONTHS HAS IT BEEN? AYEE,,,,
BUT I'M BACK NOW! WITH A LOVELY NEW STORY! YES! I'M SELFISHLY PROMOTING MY SECOND STORY HERE! BUT WHATEVER, YOU LOVELY PEOPLE MUST CHECK MY CHILD OUT, I HAVE WORKED HARD FOR YOU! AND I HAVE ALSO RECENTLY SHIFTED! I'M SO HAPPY! TELL ME HOW YOU ALL HAVE BEEN, AND MAKE SURE TO POP UP IN MY DMs! LOTTA LOVE, IMKHAEA (YES. I WAS IMKEAHA TILL YESTERDAY BUT I FEEL THIS TODAY!)
YOU ARE READING
youngth
Poetrypoetry for the pretentious, by yours most impulsive. notice, the author is a moody mean machine and you have been notified. also, this is cas poetry. not her serious work. xoxo, imkeaha {for now}
