i keep holding my breath
waiting for...
the next shoe to drop
the last glass to shatter
the next heart to sink
the next tear to fall
the next heart to break
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thoughts at 4 am
Poetrythose random thoughts that keep you up at night as you toss and turn, putting up your fight
presage
i keep holding my breath
waiting for...
the next shoe to drop
the last glass to shatter
the next heart to sink
the next tear to fall
the next heart to break
