I can see your face
In between the trees at the roadside.
Your eyes and hair are wild
And you are smiling at me.
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Art Will Survive, Artists Won't
PoésieThis book is a compilation of free-form poetry that I've written. Most of it is pretty personal, but I hope you'll like it regardless. POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: depression, self-harm, lgbtq+, suicidal thoughts
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I can see your face
In between the trees at the roadside.
Your eyes and hair are wild
And you are smiling at me.
