as tiredness seeps into my bones, flowing through my bloodstream until even my heart beats tiredness and it's circulating through my body, i feel myself floating. floating on an invisible, endless surface, floating through the blackhole.
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venus springs
Poezjapieces of my scattered, unfiltered thoughts mostly written during the darkest parts of the night. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #104 in poetry #25 in poetic
