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Tag: spilled poetry

20-20

I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is […]

Norms

Bad days. Chaos polluting my air. Anxiety restricting my common sense. I am hoping for the better, fighting to prevent the worse.

Midnight

Sanity is slipping — an urge to be unseen — wishes cast into an empty well

After Party

I waited for an angel. Time was ticking. They seated me with demons. Alone with my thoughts. The night lingered with a hefty price. It’s midnight, and the house is […]