stars cry at the thought of us ;
they think of what we could've been.
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illicit | ✓
Poetry[BOOK 3] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ she mumbles meaningless words as he glances at her swollen lips ; forbidden fruits and illicit kisses somehow always taste sweeter. ❞ a book scribbled with words drenched in true emotions. these are...
perhaps some answers are better unsaid
stars cry at the thought of us ;
they think of what we could've been.
