i wonder if you think of me; if even a single
thought of me flits through your mind at least
once throughout your day; because i know i
think of you often, your name a curse that
dances like the devil; always at the back of
my thoughts.
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venus springs
Poetrypieces of my scattered, unfiltered thoughts mostly written during the darkest parts of the night. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #104 in poetry #25 in poetic
