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“the innocent” 1/14/25

“sickened by wrath, i wither

a weeping willow tree, possessing akin traits- stolen

sunken in by wrinkles of past-lived youth within, juggling innocence

melancholy weighted blankets within the folds of tender skin

from birth, swaddled in sorrow

your grandmas tender hug

collapsing, fallen trapped beneath what was once and waves of salty potential

sick flames growing behind ears where sweet baby hairs had grown, soft fingers turning blue

knuckles red coupled with grass stained knees

a dinner table set for four, and shiny silver spoons

dreaming, awoken by the age of vulnerability

playing under a weeping willow tree”

A.F. written by me

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“and there you are” 1/13/25

“in the reflection of my pearl glistening and shining upon us

there you are

your dimple carved of joy and i could only wonder how you became so haunting

beautiful in which you illuminate the sun within myself

you’re sweet melancholic

teach me how to harness my lamb into stone and steel

frightened, scare me to show strength exempt from haste

precious, i grasp you like a tender mothers hand

a bycatch of my infatuation

might i care for someone like you

i am baptized, washed from sin of past armoury and pillage

i am reborn from anguish and rejoiced with endearment

swaddled in honest adulation in which you’ve gifted me

and when i look at the coming times, beaming for a cadillac ride

there you are”

A.F written by me

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tbh real

laying in bed while someone showers is like. my favorite feeling in the world

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for valentines would you rather….

moots ?????

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A heart like yours will never come twice and that’s enough punishment for them

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i’m personally either one ;p but post-sex pasta seems intriguing rn tbh maybe i’m just hungry

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is your coffee as warm as your heart?

happy sunday!

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i feel you everywhere but i can’t see you.

while i pour my coffee,

you’re still there, right?

while i make my bed,

you won’t ever go

and i don’t think i want you to either

i still feel you