and i will continue to hold
your cold, shaking hands
until the day when
the volcano inside you erupts
and we will both burn together
YOU ARE READING
quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poetrya collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
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and i will continue to hold
your cold, shaking hands
until the day when
the volcano inside you erupts
and we will both burn together
