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๐‚  Luna

The night has freckles, They light up bright, They sprinkle her nose, Like pale moonlight. -11.03.21 #poem

I dreamt of violence ๐‚

I dreamt of violence Awoke in silence Opened my eyes And had a cry since Rush today The weather is spraying Rain at me sideways As I bend...

Sundown Duty ๐™

When was the Last time you just say and felt the sun go down? Listened to the birds Watched the colours? I doused myself in Highest...

Perhaps

All the beautyโ€™s inspiring. Perhaps It makes real life look cold. At the end of the day Iโ€™m perspiring As you garnish your drippings with...

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