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November still bleeds into my December
A ticking clock
A silent thought
Every tear drop echoes
as it hits the ground
(This is harder than I ever could've imagined. Why are these feeling so big?)
About the Creator
Bixi Hernandez
Hi! I'm Bixi. Your red lip coffee sipping bestie. Using my tears as pen ink is what I do best. Enjoy!
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Comments (1)
Sometimes I wish I don't feel things as intensely as I do. Loved your poem!