butterflies awake at the sound of your name ;
they search for the flowers you planted in my ribcage.
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Poetry[BOOK 2] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ his thumb caresses her skin and grazes across the scars that dwell, each one has a compelling story to tell. ❞ loved and lost, she tries to find her way back to the stars. [lowercase intended] po...
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butterflies awake at the sound of your name ;
they search for the flowers you planted in my ribcage.
