wind chimes clink
in the night air
lovers lock arms
cars honk horns
and speed by
Monday evening wipes
its eyes
defeated
she turns her hands
up to Tuesday
and the week
bows humbly to
stroke her ego
Originally shared via Twitter.
wind chimes clink
in the night air
lovers lock arms
cars honk horns
and speed by
Monday evening wipes
its eyes
defeated
she turns her hands
up to Tuesday
and the week
bows humbly to
stroke her ego
Originally shared via Twitter.
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third line – perfect
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Thank you!
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you are the one who made me like shorter poetry btw I love the image in Matriarch wow that’s INCREDIBLE
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💙 Thank you! I appreciate this!
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Love the rhythm and imagery!
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Thank you, Mags! 💙
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You’re welcome, Tre. 💚
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