why's breaking down a clandestine affair?
giving in to destruction a matter of solitary?
why must me and you, stay hum?
why must we only play the contentment drums?A/N: if it isn't very evident, I'm obviously going through a writing slump. Though I'm trying, it'll take time to get back! (these word prompts are totally not helping, my mind just goes blank but I just wanted to update... might change this later! :) )
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed