Trust me, I will be alright
I'll survive.
My heart was sculpted by God himself,
blessed with immortality, but cursed with the ability to feel.
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Venus
PoetryConnected through space & time Within mountains & valleys In between the ocean's waves, Submerged in roses To the back of the garden, To the surface of Venus...
Blessed & Cursed
Trust me, I will be alright
I'll survive.
My heart was sculpted by God himself,
blessed with immortality, but cursed with the ability to feel.
