when you're laying on a bed of spikes
you think you'd be nice
but there's so much you don't know
and all we need is a little snow
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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...
• precarious plans, but ridiculous always stands •
when you're laying on a bed of spikes
you think you'd be nice
but there's so much you don't know
and all we need is a little snow
