and on those nights
which are too dark
to be brightened by a candle
i burn some memories of us
until it gets clear enough
to hold the knife
and turn it
inside my chest
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Melancholy Thistle
PoetryUntil its time, For my stardusts to be free again Would you allow my soul to take shelter in yours ? Some poetries for y'all.🦋 Started: 17/07/2021
Part 10
and on those nights
which are too dark
to be brightened by a candle
i burn some memories of us
until it gets clear enough
to hold the knife
and turn it
inside my chest