Papyrus SpiritA Poem by Anna
There is something incomplete
Walking around Within my rib cage as I Exhale. I'm an unfinished book Written all the way But the last lines Missing Waiting in limbo- Paralyzing beauty Is solace Is loneliness But togetherness is exactly Like this too. There's something unfortunate Something arcane About never telling The story to completion- It's still good It might be better. Maybe I never will Maybe I won't write the lines Because I never learned how to Quit weaving; I wouldn't let us learn How to die.
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2 Reviews Added on February 6, 2023 Last Updated on February 6, 2023 AuthorAnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
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