low hanging fruit
at the bottom of the heap
yet I steep
in its flavor
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Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
some things aren't meant to be finished
low hanging fruit
at the bottom of the heap
yet I steep
in its flavor
