𝘿𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏.

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i am stuck in a loop. singing hymns underwater. dousing my mind only to ring out ink. staring up at the sky to know your mind. i see you like artists see starry nights-the way your lips curl and your eyes sparkle. the way we used to fit our hands together. the way you would fit with me like lyrics to a melody. your heart fits where mine should be. but i cannot speak in strings of Mozart or Monet, for my tongue only knows worlds where i walk your empty ribs like a museum of masterpieces. you are truly art, my lost lover. but i am no artist. and people only ever appreciate art after the artist has died.


or in which i, the author, posts poems and written words to express the unexplainable in life, love, depression and happiness.

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