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*** My mind is a typewriter Stringing letters into words, Words into thoughts, Thoughts into actions. Until the day you took a hammer Shattered the keys And left my mind A Broken pile A Chaotic mess Unable to recover. While you moved on easily With all my reassurances That I would be just fine. Somehow— despite the cracked and missing letters— You believed every broken word. ©vera_anne_wolf
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
Broken Keys
*** My mind is a typewriter Stringing letters into words, Words into thoughts, Thoughts into actions. Until the day you took a hammer Shattered the keys And left my mind A Broken pile A Chaotic mess Unable to recover. While you moved on easily With all my reassurances That I would be just fine. Somehow— despite the cracked and missing letters— You believed every broken word. ©vera_anne_wolf
Some people only see what they want to see.
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F/Between Ink Stained Pages
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
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