there is a lover
whose name shall not be spoken
blue like the ocean
-a.h.
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so i wanted to explain the background of this one a lil, its basically a haiku about being in love with someone who is depressed.
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Poetry❝Hope is the thing with feathers that perches into the soul - and sings tunes without words - and never stops at all.❞ [welcome to whirring act one. this is the first installment of my personal poetry. these writings are so near and dear to my heart...
