❛❛ take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die. i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you. ❜❜ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 as darkness consumes the night and the clock clicks a little too far, words come alive, and thoughts grow until they are no longer safe to keep in the ten tortured poets' tortured minds. poems / poetry collection. [ started: 08-27-2024 /completed: ... ] [ poems belong solely and entirely to @annabethchasefanclub, plagiarism will not be tolerated. ]All Rights Reserved