i sought for the beauty
in unorthodox treasures.
my name was their favorite song
and they held onto me with faith.
if tomorrow wouldn't be like this;
i'd rather pulverize here and now
—forever is my foe.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Musings Buried Under
PoetryBorn with a destiny so wreakful and avenging, their renaissances augured a fusillade of bolides reigning the heavens. They sought for a long-awaited redemption for their flairs were vaporized. One day, this mundane land of apocryphal intentions will...
