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Stories by Lunawrennpoetry
romanticize it, darling.
you could crumble me in your hands. but i would still romanticize it.
craving more than iced coffee
when you love someone, you don't care when or how you get to love them.
the dirt in my grave smelled like...
i thought being covered in the earth, would help me escape you.
i was wrong.