you caught me
at the edge
of a boomerang
filled with love
and brought me
spinning back
- but it was not me you were aiming for
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efflorescence
Poetry- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
lv.
you caught me
at the edge
of a boomerang
filled with love
and brought me
spinning back
- but it was not me you were aiming for
