the poem begins not where the knife enters
but where the blade twists
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ivelleee
19 hours ago
Somethings destroy you the most, than anything ever couldView all Conversations
Stories by •𝘪𝘵𝘴'𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳•
Melancholy Thistle
Until its time,
For my stardusts to be free again
Would you allow my soul
to take shelter in yours ?
Some poe...
letters under the moon-
~ I never told you
But I was falling in love