spilled ink   ♡. ✉️ on my
             ii───     sleeve again.
          The poem escaped the page
          and now it haunts my hoodie.
          i walked into a shop full of
          flowers &,..    : 🌸
          left with new opinions.


                       🌟.  Wore a sweater that                               smelled like last
                           week'..s epiphany ౨ৎ

     𝑓..? Someone on the bus
           hummed an ━━ unknown
           tune and I felt temporarily
           fictional.

ㅤ

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. 🦋

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
🌟하늘 ━━━━ • • 🍪 .. ┃


Gloom under love Bloom, luminous like a radiance without touch of yours amidst the gloom bloom flowers. Heighten Lust in the dead of night, beyond immaculateness of life scrupulousness in each of tounge in kiss. 누군가 옆에서 그 얘기를 해봐.