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13 year old writer | trying her best to make something good 🥀🥀🥀
caprisunn
1 min read
The city below holds no gold.
I used to relax in the ash.
Now I stand above, with a hand gripping on the dove.
People cheer my name when near.
But I lust when spotting the dust.
I truly do miss the mist....
Poetry
