• fireblast_ 5w

    you tell me about the
    softest rain, a city
    too lonely to make a noise.
    you tell me about a landscape
    where winter is the warmest season
    and it only lasts until your tongue moves
    but i won't be a part of it
    because i refuse to be forgotten.

    you knew a woman like me
    has nothing to do with a
    man like you so you died
    softly in all my memories.
    because you knew i'd forever
    remain a threat even after
    you learn how to fight.

    (Art and poetry)

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