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Sing with me in the storm: Poetry session

15 Jun

 

 

 

 

 

Promises weren’t made, they were created at the coffee table,

Hopes don’t rise, they are given birth.

 

I go back home after dance class and lie in bed,

In my dreams I twirl cause nothing needs to be said.

 

I wake up two months later and contacts have been deleted,

Emotions that once existed have depleted.

 

 

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