Poetry hits different when you're vulnerable. Every word feels like a rupture of emotions that just flow freely in the air. It will hover around our stomach until we feel full and then nothing once again. It is magic. Poetry feels like magic when you are naked.
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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...
