❝ We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. ❞
『Random late night thoughts that spilled past my heart and soul and bled out of my pen. 』
-- I have pursued a different style from my other book of poems so check it out if you can.
Highest rank: #282 in Poetry
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