foundation of we
frigid refreshed elements flow
veins gush teal; sans prick
About the Creator
Hannah Ungar
A deep dark abiss thats full of stars and suns, blackholes and branches, moons that rule and planets that implode. I'm about as much of everything as I can be, here to strip myself bare and reveal all that lies under my layers for my sanity
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