this hole
in my arms
where you belong
yourfaceyourhandsyourarmyourhairyourbackyourchestyourwaistyourheartyoursoulyourneck
gapes
where are you? can we just hurry and grow old so we are no longer bound to the term
high schooler
- May 22nd
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
