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Puck Apr 2020
And, no,
I don’t want to forget
The talking
About everything and nothing,
The nights
Dancing under the moon and
The days
Laughing under the sun.
I don’t want to forget
But I can’t bring myself to remember.
Puck Apr 2020
He painted his face each morning
In the most eccentric colors.
To make her forget the dullness
Of the world around her.

-Toska
Hi I'm new to this. Still figuring out how it all works haha. Hope you'll enjoy my poems, can't wait to read yours ! x

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