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Sometimes I’m terrified of this foolish heart; of its constant hunger — craving whatever it wants; the way it stops and starts — like a revenant whisper fanning smoldering embers of wistful memories buried alive — in the catacombs of an unrequited heart…

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harlon-rivers

M / Edge of the woods

For You?

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harlon-rivers

M / Edge of the woods

Published: 2d ago
Time: 1m

Notes: “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
William Wordsworth

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