my fatal flaw?
it's feeling a void
where love should bloom.
and it's being ready
to fall for strangers
i've never met,
in hopes of fading
those empty midnight feelings.
~ lustful
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Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
