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Galaxies, Poetry & Magic

She’s made of galaxies full of poetry,

Unending and discovered randomly,

On one too many dark nights.

She’s made of fields full of wildflowers,

Growing and glowing randomly,

Rustic and pure in sunlight.

She’s made of realms full of magic,

Free and flying randomly,

One day at a time.


Marking 5 years of writing everyday & expressing true emotions through words. :’)

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There's dirt piling up on the side of the roads, Making it almost an impossible city to walk in, While the dry leaves of the trees, Don't feel romantic enough to me now, Where's all the tax payers mon

 
 
 
Can I Come Back To You?

Can I come back to you, Wounded from the battles, I fight silently in my head, Scratched all over with scars my thoughts cause, Breathless yet with my heart beating too fast, The same one you broke on

 
 
 

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