MilkA Poem by sparkly.ghost
I forget what it means to "step it up."
Piece together edges I shed years ago, I almost lost my tongue last night and, yet I can't remember where I left my bones, I think they crumbled (just drink milk) I think they crumbled (I'm made of silk) I know they crumbled (just do it).
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Added on July 11, 2018 Last Updated on July 11, 2018 Authorsparkly.ghostAboutLife is so mysterious and complex, yet I can't seem to give up on finding the answers to WHY. Through my writing, I guess, I'm able to let go of some of that uncertainty, and accept that everything is.. more..Writing
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