meet me at midnight
in the forest of
my dreams.
we'll make a fire
and count the stars
that shimmer
above the trees.
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YOU ARE READING
all the lonely nights in your life
Poetry❛ watching the needle thread through every pore she told me shading made everything more beautiful, but i don't see it at all i'm more deranged than before standing in paints as it pools on the ground colours of empathy blending with doubt witnessi...
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meet me at midnight
in the forest of
my dreams.
we'll make a fire
and count the stars
that shimmer
above the trees.
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