by: the iHope poet
black, black bruises
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secret questions
questioned hope.
chances broken
breaking patience
patience wilting
wilted rope.
falling softly
soft as feathers
feathered heartache
aching hands.
entrusted keys
the key to panic
panicked plans
Your poetry has really evolved over the past year and a half. This is amazing...
ReplyDeletethank you :) you're input and support has helped a ton!
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