for the entire week he made me feel like there was chirping in my brain and twirling ballerinas in my blood.
i couldn't help but look at him.
everything about him was beautiful, he was like sunshine beaming between two mountains and piercing my eyes through the window of that meaning.
he was everything I admired for.
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devoid of color // slow updates
Poetry❂book one of the "colorful injections" series. book two: bring color to my skies a jumble of words that coexist into ink that bleeds through the pages and hallucinated lines into messily painted poetry. //cover by @ImmortalImpulse
