I'm a magnet to those who oxidize
the ruby red rust flakes away
when I open my eyes
All the right lines,
none of the right time.
The gaslights are burning bright tonight
You lit them just right,
But the jokes on you, I'm not alone
I have me, myself, and I
and my shadow
and my shadow
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Oooo, this was so poignant. I loved it!
So good! the two shadows! wow! 🩷