℘
Hold me long enough
to melt this encrusted shell;
hard’s no state for hearts.
ava wood
Poem, Day 25
Long Enough
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Can’t Wait
Anticipation
Bated-breath high, gift, curse, fate.
I see and can’t wait.
— ava wood
Sunrise by Diatra
Poem, Day 13
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