Hey, my dear friend
How's life at your end?
Mine's in a thin shackle
Our end was inevitable
Hey, my dear friend
Please hear my end
Even when the line
Was snipped off time.
Please, my dear friend
Don't want this to end
Even when I gave you
A wound to heal from.
Please, my dear friend
I've hurt you till the end
Rub the dust away
See the truth and stay
-this is what it feels like to be manipulated
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idle talk | poetry
Poetrya collection of poems that are interconnected with each other and were written during the last days of quarantine. inspired by clinton kane's 'this is what it feels like' and taylor swift's 'folklore.'
