what would happen
if you packed
all of the world's sadness
into jars?
how many jars would it fill?
would it sparkle like stars?
how many broken hearts?
how many shattered dreams?
how many stuttered starts?
and how many smudged schemes?
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
