nightlight
midwinterspring
- LETTURE 1,483
- Voti 331
- Parti 15
literal 9th grade poetry //
"some feelings are forever ironic: only when i am most lost does a firefly's nightcandle alight before my cozy corner in this void; at least when my fingers hold a pen, i feel a semblance of touching it."
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there's always so much still left to say, so i tell it to the page; you are welcome to listen.
~ hymn ©2019