all of my white, milky roses
that feel like silk on the skin
are slipping through my fingertips
and no one can win
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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 meaning of white roses •
all of my white, milky roses
that feel like silk on the skin
are slipping through my fingertips
and no one can win
