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FluorescentShadow
Poems
Aug 2020
Watery
Brushing my hands,
An invitation
To a wavering future.
The still;
Almost silent glass,
Beckoning me closer.
However,
All I can do
Is ripple the surface,
Breaking a glassy illusion.
Written by
FluorescentShadow
18/M/Does it matter?
(18/M/Does it matter?)
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