progress:
singing to the same song
i cried to a month ago.
it still hurts, of course,
but no longer will it drive me
to the edge of the cliff.
a cold wind blows,
pushing me forward
and releasing the claws
that once ruined from within.
i turn my back from the tide.
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a/n: if you're confused, go back to vii. melancholy tears
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Forever June
Poetrythe ghost of you keeps me awake [editor's choice 2021 | poetry] [cover by @qixing]
