the constellations we drew with our fingers
in the sky
at 10 years old
never failed me
i see them each night
forever burned into my memory
YOU ARE READING
nights are cold without you
Poetrya sequel to 'to die would be an awfully big adventure'. this book is about my healing, i learnt not to forget but to forgive (Completed)
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the constellations we drew with our fingers
in the sky
at 10 years old
never failed me
i see them each night
forever burned into my memory
