1895A Poem by ThirtyOnePetalsDiscovering my triggers.An echo in the dark Lures them out to play Monotone, yet striving in every way And although we’ve been apart Your stitches run deep Leaking through the seems I can’t help but feel I may have abandoned me In some way or another They take over while I lay frozen There’s nothing left besides razor sharp emotions While the echo fades, here comes a whistle 1895 The cause of every ripple
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StatsAuthorThirtyOnePetalsCAAboutGetting out of my comfort zone and branching out :) I’d appreciate any feedback and/or constructive criticism. Thank you for reading! And if you’d like to check out more of my work y.. more..Writing
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