there we go again. these words are being poured out of an empty vessel. please stop me before i go overboard and before i flood the sink with these pathetic constellations. i know that these eyes glimmer with pride but under it the clusters are drowning in doubt. bring me out of this vortex lest i succumb to the tendrils of despair.
tell me what is my crime now?
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Poetry❝ pour on me the honey of his lips and let me steal the moon from his eyes. ❞ an honest first draft // no editing. ©️ novaelox - all rights reserved.
