Every novel I ever wrote
Ended up burning page by page
Until ash and ink were the same
Creating stains on the floorboards
Black under my fingernails
Never to be touched or seen
Because what if it's not enough
Or even worse, too much
ČTEŠ
an idle mind ♡ poetry
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