I collect bruised feelings and turn them into chapters. If you read my work, bring a warm drink, a steady breath, and a heart ready to crack open.
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Stories by 𝕽ê𝖛𝖊 & 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊
Blueberries And Cream
He's my angel, my love,
My Blueberry Boy, my sweet dove
Surly once his mask begins to unglove
He'll see what...
Mimic Me
His hands are warm and his smile is kind
I can not hear him but he doesn't mind
And though he doesn't underst...
Love Game
Goosebumps raise upon my skin
I feel you slowly start to win
The room is still and light is dim
My brea...