8:02 pm
he asked me what it was like
when i write poetry. so, i took
his wrist and slowly traced my
finger up his inner arm.
he shivered and looked at me
in shock...
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poésie[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
he asked me
8:02 pm
he asked me what it was like
when i write poetry. so, i took
his wrist and slowly traced my
finger up his inner arm.
he shivered and looked at me
in shock...
