I don't know what I'm going to do if we ever lose this, if you ever leave, because you're inside of my veins.
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Pretty Things, like the Moon and You (a stream of thought by a girl in love)
PoesiaThis was supposed to be a poem But I can't write one, because there are no assortments of these 26 letters that showcase how I feel You are poetry in and of yourself And I swear I can feel words and metaphors Etched into every part of my skin you ha...
you're inside my veins
I don't know what I'm going to do if we ever lose this, if you ever leave, because you're inside of my veins.
