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and there he was,
whispering sweet nothings,
like sweet dripping honey
into her innocent ears
as he takes away
something which is hers,
yet she remains
naive, giving her forbidden fruit away.
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➵ majestic nightmares | ✗
Poetrysad attempts of poetry sitting at death's door. NB : trigger warnings, containing depression, self harm, anxiety, and more.
