November 23, 2019 I rearrange white pebblesbeyond the thoughts, the dreamnow obscuredmy fingernails filthy with dirtI dig deep into my heartbuy you beautiful fragile flowersbut here I find youbeneath the earth, the stoneno longer my home Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels micropoetry π¬π§ Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
December 01, 2021 whispered to the stars ✨ countless names, -yet all the same the ones we loved the ones we lost once upon a time remembered, but forgotten they'll remain always always the same Read more
Dead languages February 10, 2019 elderly woman listening to dead languages distant sounds in her mind she answers the ghosts of the past Read more
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