i follow shadows and pick up the pieces left-behind because i know how it feels to be forgotten
i give them shelter during summer
and leave them out on my doorstep in winter
for them to learn how to smile even when they're sad
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eclipse of the butterflies. poetry
Poetryᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀꜰᴀʀ | he was a dream waiting to be dreamt, and she was a dreamer waiting to be awoken, they met through the 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ i love the way you make...
