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  • thistleprickpoetry 11w

    A blank space
    A damaged slate
    Once written on has been erased
    This weathered face
    Burried in this headstones grace
    I guess its fate, or something like nothing
    I hear you feel nothing
    What was it that I felt on your chest then
    The nights we laid combined
    Our energies intertwined
    Maybe that's just me
    I should have stayed beneath my trees
    A winged bee dancing free