her stars
were murdered
under her skin,
inside her head
yet she was
the moon,
drunk in a rainfall,
unafraid of the
dark alone
and that
I love her more than she loved the night
BINABASA MO ANG
Pareidolia
ŞiirMy wild flower I know you have thousands of thorns, but still I see your face in every petal and I love to plant you between the blank pages of my book. I'll keep you forever even you're not fragrant anymore.
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her stars
were murdered
under her skin,
inside her head
yet she was
the moon,
drunk in a rainfall,
unafraid of the
dark alone
and that
I love her more than she loved the night
