Sometimes I can feel how much I love you like it's a separate being, powerful, mind of its own. It's got hands that hold me in its palm and closes its fists: my remains are sprinkled like dust at your feet. But this is what I choose; I choose to be rendered fealty next to you.
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you are not in wonderland ➵ poems
Поезіяan assortment of shitty poetry i write gratuitously in my free time.