I love the way you hate me
Dying for poetry
Here we are, loving a little
Flowers in my hand
A seashell in my head
Running wild
Closer towards the light
What hides behind the curtains
Behind the smokescreen
Maple leaves
An ode
Dewdrops
Infatuated by our dreams.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 17th, 2022 13:46
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