she's born angel soft, grown heavenly in love.

she dances through the churchyard of seventeen, under the sigh of the moonlight.

•POETRY 'And I wither down to death just like the autumn leaves' ©maybeanerror 2021

drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017

wither, with him, within

falling in love is a disease that will leave this book unfinished until the day i die

- 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎'𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 - All Rights Reserved ©_eunoiia_ 2021

you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018

show me where it hurts © 070518 , enamoramos

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