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NOT A TiNY GLiMMER WAS LEFT TO SHiMMER
BUT OCCASiONALLY A SLiVER COULD MAKE ME SHiVER
i'M AT THE END OF MY ROPE; NO SCiNTiLLAS LEFT OF HOPE
A SLiVER WOULD
Serie: [ SEELEN|TEXT.] straight from the heart.
WEEKEND-WRiTiNG-PROMPT #474
your opinion?
i'm curious.
6 Kommentare
A lovey poem albeit rather sad.
Thank you. Sometimes the sad things need a place to rest.
Love your poem 🙌
Thank you so much! 🩷
Well, I hope that’s not a true story, but it’s a great poem!
Thank you! I don’t know, but a morsel truth could be living in it.