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  • just another somonka I wrote because of the olympics
    (i wrote 2 just in case, one of them is up for judging, so I guess i will just put this here)
    Spoiler! :
    To not have met you
    perhaps for the better, say?
    To dream the faceless
    and wake to sweating passions,
    in search of what could have been.

    When the wind, it howls
    and the clouds, they cry in pain,
    my wounds bleed afresh
    by thoughts of past and present.
    What was and what could have been.

    does it need anymore commas

When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.
— Dean Jackson