Poetry is not my band-aid nor my medicine. It was the illness itself. It's all of my pain in bled ink and ruptured paper. It's all of my misery masked in pretty words and ironical truths.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poesía"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
