EIGHTY-FOUR
we float together slowlyAnd I can only hope that tomorrow
will not weigh me,
as today has sunken into me.
Perhaps, if I let yesterday
off of my back,
I would float.
Ask me a question and I'll answer it!
𒐀 Plot twist, it's your turn to ask questions!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...