i'm not expecting a reply, but at least the acknowledgment my letters are reaching your grave would be kind. or just watch me spiral with a smile.
tom riddle 2021
be my cynosure, stain my lips with aphrodisiacal delusions of us.
touch me not, for the moment you do, i shall search for it for the rest of my life.
collection of poetry
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