the stubborn string of pearls
perched on my windowsill
browns and shrivels,
then drinks to drowning,
but never does it quite give up.
i have to stay,
for it will surely
be waiting for me
tomorrow.
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
the stubborn string of pearls
perched on my windowsill
browns and shrivels,
then drinks to drowning,
but never does it quite give up.
i have to stay,
for it will surely
be waiting for me
tomorrow.
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