Drifting in wanderlust
our wonderland was hell,
you were the devil,
and I was the queen.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
Wonderland
Drifting in wanderlust
our wonderland was hell,
you were the devil,
and I was the queen.
