You run through my bloodstream, dance like fire through my veins, and yet somehow you’re still so far away. Never close enough to touch.
The poem I’ll never write for you.
SkylaNarissa.//. @a-little-bit-of-hocus-pocus
Drafting survival in the margins.
One day at a time.
You run through my bloodstream, dance like fire through my veins, and yet somehow you’re still so far away. Never close enough to touch.
The poem I’ll never write for you.
SkylaNarissa.//. @a-little-bit-of-hocus-pocus
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