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grasp my soul
You spoke
and I did not hear the words
creaking from your lips.
I only heard my heart grasping
for more.
Pen or pencil?
𒐀 I'm a big pen person. I have always preferred them over pencils. Even in high school, I was often filling out tests & papers with pens.
May
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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
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...
