with a heart made of clouds
and skin made of stardust
it'd be easy for you
to break the chains of reality
and float into the ancient sky,
if only I could too...
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
• the price of bones •
with a heart made of clouds
and skin made of stardust
it'd be easy for you
to break the chains of reality
and float into the ancient sky,
if only I could too...
