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Perhaps my suffocation is my truest form of beauty,
For everyone adores to see me gasp for air
Between their clenched fist.
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Hello there my dearest readers!
Some of you may know me from my previous series (which I do not recommend reading if you are faint hearted, however if you like happy poetry, sunflowers and ocean waves is a good read for you), and some of you may be entirely new to me, and my writing style. I really can only apologise in advance for that.
As per usual, this book belongs entirely to me. In the unlikely event that someone wants to post my poetry anywhere then please contact me beforehand, and make sure to reference who wrote it, not for promotion purposes, but just so that I know you are not passing it off as your own.
Thank you for reading through the boring protocol and the poem at the beginning, now we can work on making this book as good as physically possible.
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Aeroplanes and the moon
Poesie"Tell me again, How the sun loves the moon so much, That he dies every night So she can breathe." ───✱*.｡*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱─── Perhaps my suffocation is my truest form of beauty, for everyone adores to see me gasp for air between their clench...
