if i could i'd swim through space and get you all the stars i could so i can build you a house of flames, so your life won't ever be dark again
if you ever cried your eyes out, i'd give you mine so you could see how beautiful you are while i sew back on all your eyelashes
if your hands ever fell off i'd make you new ones out of clay and gold, to remind you everything you make is golden and everything you touch is blessed
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
