His Quill
This skin differs not from a sheet
and this blade from a quill
hence to scribble a line is no sin
let me be... let me be...
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
