the embers will die,
suffocated by the night,
as our spirits fly.
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Constellations of Bleeding Ink
PoetryThere are some short poems that I found while I was going through my old notebooks and papers. They don't go in any particular order, and they're from different periods in my life, but here are my inner thoughts, emotions, and honestly? A bit of my...
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the embers will die,
suffocated by the night,
as our spirits fly.
