sometimes
my own ankles
betray me.
sometimes
the floorboards
spread rumors
about me.
sometimes
it's the lightbulbs
that guide
the gossip.
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poesiea sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
• the art of silence •
sometimes
my own ankles
betray me.
sometimes
the floorboards
spread rumors
about me.
sometimes
it's the lightbulbs
that guide
the gossip.
