blossom girl

August 13, 2025

growing up i always thought you were my safe place

being without you never left a trace

though i didn't mean our goodbyes so soon

everytime i look up at the beaming moon

i see that empty room

filled and filled with doom

you were my reason to bloom

i suppose

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