Originally posted by: IssPKaur
I'm throwing my dart at you
and keen it pierces you throughbarbed, wired, scathings of steelwounding you brusque, in still airin memories chained, you must remain
like thirsting for warmth with cold hands.I may lust for your hair...or make love to your fingersbut these flames you see in my eyes...
I do solemnly hate you.
seriously solemnly i do hate thee, o poem. 👏 ⭐️ 👏
and hate you too, you fabulous edits. 👏 👏 👏
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