❝you are born of thorns, you are rising roses and tulips, and tallest poppies that get the cut-❞
lettuce embrace our thorny gardenias.
I believe in lies
that mask cries
don't make for wet eyes.
they are the clouds enslaving rain
from making flowers grow
out of all the places you hurt;
I believe in them,
that they exist. and I believe in you; the sun that got drenched in a moonless night.
find your moon,
burst my darling,
and burst like sunrise unto your dusk.
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Into The Day ( fin - poe . hr # 134 )
After The Rain ( ongoing - poe . )
Lantern Eyed ( coming soon - spiritual . )
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