𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈; ♀︎ , the (over)thinker
i do not write poetry, prose, or praise.
this is a fistful of words i wrangled and flung so hard onto the floor that they shattered and made a mess
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Apr 24, 2024 09:55PM
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Stories by ingénue
HUMAN PSYCHE
because that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human
AUDERE
alas! even in any other life, i am still cursed and fated to love you
CYANIDE DREAMER
saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins
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