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i think i love it // poetry rants
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
❝She was inked into his skin and stitched into his heart ❞ [ A collection of poetry ] #28th on 3/1/17 #23rd on 12/4/17 #19 on 24/4/17