Why do your words
Echo so mercilessly
In the comforts of
My shriveled mind.
How do I make it stop?
Please.
Tell me how.
I can't take it anymore.
- bee.
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Heart Strings
PoetryPoetry and prose about every little thing in love: The good. The bad. The sweet. The bitter. Cover by: @delinxent
