Um, actually

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I laid my innocence to rest, 

found it a nice corner

and told what survived it was blessed.

 

I used to write of changing leaves,

raindrops, and friends.

That was before I greeted thieves

 

on a day’s night

and learned of secrets

out of spite.

 

This new author is a foreigner, 

with shadows for friends

caught in a loop of sleepless

 

agony. 

That she brought upon herself in all actuality. 


Submitted: October 24, 2021

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