she sounds like birds chirping on a quiet summer morning while the sun is still sleepy, peering through the horizon and saying hello to the world while I'm opening my eyes in my bed, soft sheets and her scent on me as i say hello back.
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notes app of a teenage girl
PoetryI depend on words and commas: a sleepy french toast and my lover's perfect flaws. a collection of poems, songs, thoughts, stories, and made-up scenarios of an Italian queer teenage girl who finds comfort in writing. I apologize for any errors, engli...
