graveyard love a vast hill to climb, you lead me through the heather
where the air is filled with hay fever scents
through smatterings of wildflowers we decided it was worth another visit a warm and vodka filled february your face is plastered all across the walls the night: youthful and talkative we left in happy drunkenness you chatted to a stranger it took us an hour to get home a thousand sunsets a thousand suns a cracked windshield a graveyard love rushes around us, a battle of turmoil, and a peaceful slumber
Arabesque Douglas is a non-binary, queer witch who writes about mental health awareness, relationships, society and the natural world. They currently live in Middlesbrough, England with their family and dog, Bonzo. They like spending time exploring nature and telling their nephew how important he is!
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