Don't look into my eyes
you won't find fresh flowers there,
only dead plants that once had plans.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
81. eyefuls of dead plants
Don't look into my eyes
you won't find fresh flowers there,
only dead plants that once had plans.
