the most severe of tranquilities and such unrest.
i am ill and somehow, lovelier as though i have traded my blood for rose-water, bleeding strawberry milk.
i may name it 'angel syndrome', but it is merely adulation of suffering.
That was great. Your best poem so far, in my opinion.
Wow, thank you, you're so kind... Comments like that make me want to writer more + outdo myself.
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Wow.
That was great. Your best poem so far, in my opinion.
Wow, thank you, you're so
Wow, thank you, you're so kind...
Comments like that make me want to writer more + outdo myself.
I found a special shooting star online for you;
____ .
___ ./|\,
_ <-=O=->
___ '\|/`
___ .'.
__ ( :•
___ ¸.•)
__ (.•´
_ ( `•.¸
__ `•.¸ )
___ ¸.•)´
_ (.•´
_ ( `•.¸
__ `•.¸ )
__ ¸.•)´