ㅤㅤ
the rain drenched me;
the wind blew past me.
ㅤ
a feeling of familiarity
couldn't help but resurface.
ㅤ
i smiled,
crinkling my eyes
like leaves on fire.
ㅤ
i missed the feeling of
being alive.
ㅤ
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miscellany - book ii ✓
Poesie"yet your name still beats in my brown heart poetry." - an anthology exploring the sensitive subjects of love and the pain caused by it and others. - ©all rights reserved 2020 (vaulce) -[ 14 / O8 / 2O2O] ...
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ㅤㅤ
the rain drenched me;
the wind blew past me.
ㅤ
a feeling of familiarity
couldn't help but resurface.
ㅤ
i smiled,
crinkling my eyes
like leaves on fire.
ㅤ
i missed the feeling of
being alive.
ㅤ
