Poetry
plastic pearls laced round your neck
they strangle you with doubt
you won’t take them off or trade them in
holding on to what you have
afraid to be without
plastic pearls laced round your neck
they strangle you with doubt
you won’t take them off or trade them in
holding on to what you have
afraid to be without
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That’s interesting. Suprisingly, the good kind
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