Fire burns throughout my soul's gaze as the ghost of the past fly into my veins. The smell of the dryness into the air hunts my glare seeing her into my hands her last breath lay. Five minutes would be only gain but loss and hate go in vain. I wish for freedom for myself for me hope to take.
As into her eyes, I dive I find a piece of me die. I miss the moments when I was happiest with you in life.
They say do you remember the night with the girl with black eyes that I am fond of to wither and perish and set my soul to fly.
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Poetrythis book is a poem collection. it holds onto the different faces of life I've been through and negotiating the difference between my older and younger self. 《 TRIGER WARNING 》 $UCIĎE AND $ŮIÇIDAL TAUGHTS S.A E.D De@th and trauma
