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  • the walls in my brain, like ones of glass, have been shattered to dust.
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    welcome to my poetry dump. this is probably just angst channeled at 11-3 at night, so don't judge too much. featuring: tired author's notes, metaphors, idioms, regret, etc. yell at me through the comments, dudes, if anyone actually yeets over here.

  • On Icarus Wings
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    but what became of the boy whose dreams were carried on broken angel wings?

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