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these strings continue to get tangled
Your fingers
are tangled
in the strings
of my heart,
but you're not
playing them
correctly.
Where do you hope to see yourself a year from now?
𐎀 It's so funny that originally, when I answered this years ago, I said I wanted a stable job & to get somewhere in writing. As I write this, I have finally found a job that I love & I have two published poetry collections! So much has changed. I also used
𒐀 Now, in a year, I hope to have a place of my own with my boyfriend!
May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK ON AMAZON UNDER 'MELANCHOLIC MUSE' BY MAY GARNER This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you...
