the flowers watch us sadly
as we bleed
"such heartless creatures"
they whisper to each other
as the gunpowder settles
on their petals
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poesíaa 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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the flowers watch us sadly
as we bleed
"such heartless creatures"
they whisper to each other
as the gunpowder settles
on their petals
