Kiss leaves my heart
furiously pulsing,
short-circuited.
I give an oath
it’s immortal.
I swear on the
River Styx.
The world is dangerous
so we must rise
an octave higher
And set our rafts
free.
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a/n: can you guess where the words to write this poem came from? (hint: it's from a book and there's the river styx) c:
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Sprinkles
Poetry«rainbow sprinkles. they are what make the word go 'round. literally. i'm well aware. a world without rainbow sprinkles is a world without happiness» ~L.M. Augustine a little collection of thoughts, poems, and quotes. © phoebe h. 2014 [co...
