He swallowed pills of pain
and spat pills of pleasure
She swallowed pills of pleasure
and spat pills of pain
They swallowed pills of pain and pleasure
and spat pills of pleasure and pain
Experience everything
for beauty doesn't only exist in mountains of pleasure
nor does it reside in lakes of pain.
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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...
