the simple call of his name awoke the fire in my soul that leaves me burning to ashes when his cold veins don't calm the igniting flames in me. his captivating presence was needed for my survival.
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Poetry[BOOK 1] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ reflection of the stars glisten in her eyes as she looks up at the moon residing amongst the clouds ; broken hearts do still love. ❞ crumpled scribbled papers, bloodshot eyes, wine and wet tissues...
