The sun draped down her flesh But she was craving the cold winds And gray skies that plagued The barren cities where Dead and dry things pollute The airwaves that kept her in touch With the dreams of Anywhere but here.
This poem was written to me from a good friend. I do not take credit, of course. He is a amazing artist, so go check him out! Username below:
Illusions-Of-Allusions
The rain would fall, If only to be placed at her feet.
With nervous hands I pluck the chords of “ What’s Wrong? ” And prepare my ears For the thunderous storm That is your answer
I drank him in quickly He burnt my tongue
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Hiroshi Yoshida
Imagine going through years of fertility treatments to build a family with someone who will look you in the face as your child plays but a year and a half later and tell you they don't want it.
Super stoked about these bad boys! I’ll be putting them up on Etsy, or you can dm to claim!
Guys! One of my dearest friends makes runes, tarot bags and scrunchies- and now she does CANDLES! Just look how cute! All her projects are handmade, fairly priced and jam-packed with love. Check out her Etsy @ https://etsy.me/31B3fm0 💕
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