the smell of blueberries and batter filled the air as a pattering of bare feet faded away in my mind. a distinct dream, a memory of sorts - a lost one at that.
her lavender touch ached liked the whispers of ghosts' fingertips mixed with the haunting melody of children laughing, a record on constant repeat - skipping every third verse for a sadder chorus.
each dream led into a neverending nightmare.
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the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
