I have tasted sweet waters
with crystalline honey and sugared petals.
I have tasted sour milk that curdles on my tongue,
that leaves me coughing.
I had wandered through the moors of purgatory
with eyes like an empty vase.
Once I found Arcadia,
I looked back.
Because how could I leave it all behind?
It was all I ever known.
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 8:34 PM UTC
I have tasted sweet waters
with crystalline honey and sugared petals.
I have tasted sour milk that curdles on my tongue,
that leaves me coughing.
I had wandered through the moors of purgatory
with eyes like an empty vase.
Once I found Arcadia,
I looked back.
Because how could I leave it all behind?
It was all I ever known.
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