take care
of the piece of me
the piece
that was once ugly and beautiful
filled with armies full of stale, sullen clouds
the piece
that reverberates heartstrings
of alacrity
the piece
that could never envision an adieu
even if it's to be wedded
to another being
while my days become ephemeral
let it settle
while it still beats
-a.
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littlemisscloud writes
PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.
