*untitled 6.2018

I whittled the world
to make it smaller
so I could have a bite

and as I focused
it took the shape of you.

My memories, my tokens
for all that went unspoken
only a keyhole
I still peek through
softly losing light. -six pm

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wrong says:

July 13, 2021 at 6:41 pm

This is a beautiful poem

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loujen haxm'Yor says:

July 8, 2021 at 10:25 pm

Nice verse, Paige6.
Art

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