^^a sneak peek of the desk in my room^^
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Guitar Strings on my clock
Moments play away as I stare
At the guitar strings on my clock
Tuning time into its place
And I think,
When I become an adult,
When I go to college,
I'll let myself breathe slowly
To do the littlest things
Before moving onto the bigger ones
And like the guitar strings on my clock
Tuning time into its place,
I'll move from one to twelve
At my own pace.
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YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
