there is one thing left on my bucket list;
to burn a rose
because i would love to see
something so beautiful crumble
that for once isn't me.
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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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there is one thing left on my bucket list;
to burn a rose
because i would love to see
something so beautiful crumble
that for once isn't me.
