𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 - poems

oh she'd 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 and she'd 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕,
as the stars 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅.
she'd watch the 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏
𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 before her eyes,
hoping that they'd 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆.

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𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

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A land where swirls of untimely words reside...

Venture in and you might not be able to venture back out.

( cover by @Rosalie_TheDarkLady )