| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| j You have that look on your face I might mistake for innocence and your gaze escapes somewhere I can't reach, reminding me how fragile and inherently restless your soul is. Your bright soul, as solidly and secretly worn as the bands of silver around your fingers; going unnoticed but so beautiful and pure to stop and inspect. Exhale and wrap your arms around me, my friend. And if you need to escape I'll let you go but love you forever the same. |
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