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Drab Sep 21
I wish the vestibule wasn't as long as it is.
That way I could find my way to the head faster.
Naughty
Ces Sep 2020
Why bother?

It can be longer or shorter.

It doesn't matter.

A poem is a mirror
Reflecting someone's heart.
Daisy Ashcroft Mar 2020
The noose tightens
Day by day
And gradually my breaths
Get shorter and shorter

The noose tightens
Hour by hour
Until one day
My hands wrap real rope
Around my neck
And the once invisible
Takes true form
Just another poem based on my story...

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