Poetry By Cosmic Birch

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have a book to give away.

Not in a loud way.

Not in a “tag three friends and follow” kind of way.

Just… here.

A signed copy of A Vile New World

is going to end up with someone on this site.

If it feels like it might be yours,

leave me something small—

a line, a poem (20 words or less),

or just a feeling you can’t quite place.

Show me your sanctuary, too, if you want—

where you go when the world gets a bit too much.

Reblog so I can find you.

I’ll read through everything slowly

and choose one person.

I’ll message you quietly.

9th May.

May it find who it’s meant for.

— Cosmic Birch

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i don’t think i’ll never be chosen

i think i will

but

maybe it’s the wait

that makes me feel as if i won’t

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