NINETY-SEVEN
your flowers
I am
the
flowers
that sprouts
in
your
soil.
If you could tell your younger self something, what would it be?
( It gets better. )
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...
ninety-seven | in your soil
NINETY-SEVEN
your flowers
I am
the
flowers
that sprouts
in
your
soil.
If you could tell your younger self something, what would it be?
( It gets better. )
May
