Curiosity is what ran
through her veins,
A woman with power;
The woman who likes the thunder more than the rain.She who loved the smell of the forest,
and the sight of fallen stars,
in it for the souls and not give them scars.The woman who chases down butterflies in flower feilds all alone,
Who prefers the smell of old books
more than women's cologne.The woman who likes to keep her
treasures on a shelf,
Who writes poems at night and touches herself.
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ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs
Poetry"𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎𝗉, 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗄...