Night reached a sticky hand
Into her packet of pop rocks, hair
Messy but with perfect curls, eyes
Ever-changing with the color of dusk,
Silky purple dress that twirled
Today I
ran through the rain, hair
newly cut and weightless even though
it was drenched; I
ate strawberries dusted with sugar while
doing homework, pencil
tracing neat letters across math homework I
I love post-script, thought Benvolio as he sat curled in his favorite armchair. His favorite music was humming through his airpods into his ears, and as he watched raindrops gather and drip down the windowpane, he fel
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I love the juxtaposition of life and infection! It makes you think hard about whether it is good or bad. The vines are almost taking over the veins, but it looks meant to be! ❤️
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