wildflower honey.
vanilla scented poetry
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𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓃ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓎 → original poetry → written from july 2018 to nov. 2019 Copyright © 2020 broken-statues
𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and poems/
with you: words are not routines anymore / with you: is where home is / home is where the heart is / a pair of eyes and a turbulent pulse