Red-book; 旅, 目に見えない部分。 🖇📕
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ㅤㅤㅤ𑣿 ── ‘ Poetry emerged under
ㅤㅤㅤthe light of a flickering flame.
౨ৎ. one line at a time,
like a slow disintegration of something never meant to be spoken.🤩
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRich as velvet, deep
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤas secrets buried under
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbreath, the ink bled softly
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤover the page.
ㅤㅤEvery word arrived like a bruise:
ㅤㅤtender, aching, deliberate. There
ㅤㅤwas no hurry; only the weight of
ㅤㅤsilence separating words.😀
ㅤㅤㅤ𑣿 ── ‘ Poetry emerged under
ㅤㅤㅤthe light of a flickering flame.
౨ৎ. one line at a time,
like a slow disintegration of something never meant to be spoken.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRich as velvet, deep
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤas secrets buried under
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbreath, the ink bled softly
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤover the page.
ㅤㅤEvery word arrived like a bruise:
ㅤㅤtender, aching, deliberate. There
ㅤㅤwas no hurry; only the weight of
ㅤㅤsilence separating words.
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Red-book; 旅, 目に見えない部分。 🖇📕
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(16/4.) 𝒴ou touched me like a bruise learning softness, careful, almost holy. red so soft it almost lied, like petals learning the shape of silent crosswalk dusk hush. 🪽
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/ *** /
crimson drips between the seconds i never said your name, a quiet ruin blooming under my ribs. kept you in the quietest chamber of my chest, @Yeeubu ’s. 🧣♥️
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/ *** /
crimson drips between the seconds i never said your name, a quiet ruin blooming under my ribs. kept you in the quietest chamber of my chest, @Yeeubu ’s. 🧣♥️
[🧣.] written by ─ Agnelia Lombardi, a little poetry.
─ 𖤓 writing poetry is a part of her life, she's never tired to write, over [&.] over again.
with a touch of love on each words, warmly filling the white paper with ink full of meaning words ─ she's a famous poeticly girl, her hands moving delightful and nymphicly.
─ 𖤓 writing poetry is a part of her life, she's never tired to write, over [&.] over again.
with a touch of love on each words, warmly filling the white paper with ink full of meaning words ─ she's a famous poeticly girl, her hands moving delightful and nymphicly.
4[6/25.], "written with my new ink in the old diaries."
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ㅤㅤㅤ¹⁴ ୵ night’s labyrinth, stays
ㅤㅤㅤwith anyone feeling alone—
ㅤㅤㅤembracing & offering tender love.
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ㅤㅤㅤ¹⁴ ୵ night’s labyrinth, stays
ㅤㅤㅤwith anyone feeling alone—
ㅤㅤㅤembracing & offering tender love.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍇 𝜗──journal laced inㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdelicate syllables . .
ㅤ. . the wind drifts, slicing hush within the room﹙lost in thought &
drowned in melody﹚it carries a dusky grace: 📄🎆 the woman—just as lovely as the word poetry.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁺ . ink-jilin . . no one understands the feeling.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdelicate syllables . .
ㅤ. . the wind drifts, slicing hush within the room﹙lost in thought &
drowned in melody﹚it carries a dusky grace: 📄🎆 the woman—just as lovely as the word poetry.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁺ . ink-jilin . . no one understands the feeling.
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02/14 ⤿ in the hush of night, only the moon glows:ㅤon the balcony, a womanㅤㅤlingers—letting herself sink into the dark,ㅤㅤwrapped in the quiet. ✉️🖋ㅤ
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