Forgotten Room

by Sam Harty

By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Dust coats broken toys,

yet the rocking horse still sways,

as if played with now.

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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me

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Tiffany Gordon3 months ago
Excellent work!

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