Emotions that spiral and form the soles of a book. Smiles that sew these pages together. Dark fantasies collide making an art form within itself. In it's naked glory, my heart in this collection of poems.
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Monet Maples Joined: May-22-2018 |
She doesn't know who she is, and one day she will no longer exist. "She wants everything because she doesn't know what she really needs. One day she'll settle for nothing."
