i long for her like a small cactus in my kitchen window long's for water
i long for her like the world longs for a future destination, because everyone knows the world is going to be over soon
i want to spend my last possible years of my life with her.
yet she's the sun hiding behind the clouds that avoids the neglected cactus
i'm in love with my bestfriend, i'll love her until the whole world ends
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monachopsis
Poetrya collection of rambles, actually trying to write poetry, and sometimes just thinking on a keyboard. all feels tho ig
