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Despair

Olivia McGovern A slit on the thigh A note saying goodbye A rope to hang A chair to fall with a bang I stood up, only to be knocked down I do not utter a sound

Olivia Nadler You fill my head with poetry All I see are lines of you Softly spoken caresses Envelop me The way you do. In the morning, You whisper rhymes in my ear You’ll say You are my favorite book You’ll say You’ve got a girl hooked You’ll say I love when you give meContinue reading “Lines of You”