Her body is a battlefield marred with scars.
Her dreams; graveyards filled with tombs.
Her eyes are giant topazes holding tears.
Her lips are pink roses drenched in Elixir.
Her heart is a space where Love can't tread.
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𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚: 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧│✔
Şiir❝In the death of me, I found solace. ❞ What readers say: "Starkly honest, seeing the naked soul of your own, relishing the sorrows of being alive." "A mystic poet is born!" "Keep it up. Keep being alive. Keep writing." Poetry of the past of me. Lyr...
