XXIX.
serenity is not an easy thing to obtain,
but i do wish i knew what it was like to walk the stars again.
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Poetryi prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
XXIX.
XXIX.
serenity is not an easy thing to obtain,
but i do wish i knew what it was like to walk the stars again.
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