i am soft blankets,
music,
and wistfulness.he is old books,
colored lights,
and the smell of coffee.the dot above the i
the curl of the c
the laughter laced with sadness
that boiled deep within our masses.
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
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i am soft blankets,
music,
and wistfulness.he is old books,
colored lights,
and the smell of coffee.the dot above the i
the curl of the c
the laughter laced with sadness
that boiled deep within our masses.