Made to be industrious
An alloy similar to tight, cold steel
Compressed through rib cracks
Made to fit
Though not designed to
Beat double time
In a rhythm so unfamiliar
I can't catch my breath
Over all the lost sleep
Forgotten days
Better spent alone
With the butterflies
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Poésiemore poetry, endless poetry I have too many feelings and not enough people that care to hear about it my apologies -closed- ♡please consider supporting me on patreon (link in bio)- I aim to publish most of my writing for entirely no cost to the read...
