I huddle by your
Fireplace, searching for warmth
Only to get burnt
poetry in progress
How does it work?
This <3
Oh wow, I love this. A full story in 17 syllables. Magnificent. ❤️
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I. The timelines are frayed and worn and bleeding together like false hope. A cedar wood scent has you turning to search for cerulean eyes. They are already trained on you. You look away instinctively, heart fluttering, hands shaking.
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This <3
Oh wow, I love this. A full story in 17 syllables. Magnificent. ❤️