Dandelion heart
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All of our memories
Kept together in our hearts
Yet to steal away our stories
West wind comes to start
.
escaping our hands, they
scatter with the wind,
Yet Fulfilling,
Our most sacred wish
to have lived
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[𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦]
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Scrambled Verses at Midnight
Poetry┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✧･ﾟ ┊ ✧･ﾟ ✧･ﾟ Things that can considered poems by the loosest definition Just messy aimless lines my brain somehow scrambled together and I thought, why n...
