When I die, I would turn into a book full of poetry and adventures I lived. They would find romance and heartbreak in every page for a masterpiece is made through tears, magic, and love. They would find you because you're the muse I hid for my own benefit.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
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When I die, I would turn into a book full of poetry and adventures I lived. They would find romance and heartbreak in every page for a masterpiece is made through tears, magic, and love. They would find you because you're the muse I hid for my own benefit.