you exhale saccharine honeysuckle and it's as if our lungs have never tasted the air. the forests, vast and infinite, cower at your sweetened lungs, your pollen soaked breath. honeybees adore you, the world loves you. you are the champion of this dying earth.
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metanoia
PoetryM E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is...
