garden
a guitar
braided strings
played at a
press of the neck
you in the crowd
watch my eyes
focus, you feel
a tear
and you finally
realize what you've
been missing
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poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
07.28.23
garden
a guitar
braided strings
played at a
press of the neck
you in the crowd
watch my eyes
focus, you feel
a tear
and you finally
realize what you've
been missing
