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Ayn
Poems
Jan 2020
Dropped
In the air
For less than
A second.
My hand moves
In utter hope and
Desperation,
But to no avail.
The glassware
Is now everywhere.
I step on
The jagged mess
That I have made
To repent my hate
For dropping
That precious plate.
Written while listening to Droppinβ Plates by Disturbed... that song is far different from this though. And again, I thank you for your time.
Jan.3.2020
Written by
Ayn
20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)
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