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you emanated the calm before
the storm, enveloping me sweetly,
quickly— too quickly.
i never had time to question your
quiet claim of stubborn love.
you existed through whispers of
safety, warmth,
and vanishing without a trace;
only darkness and rain remained
in your wake.
— 8:16 | 5/17/18
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𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 ⁀ ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
Poetrywe're all passengers on a plane with no destination , no pilot , and a flight of borrowed oxygen. ────────── collection of shorter poems that speak to my heart on occasion <3
