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𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆: 𝑨 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎

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 "𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆" 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍, 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚, 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕨, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔, 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕,𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕘𝕠. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.