fifty-four | wrung out



FIFTY-FOUR
i've been wrung out by unkind hands







One day, all these poems
will be wrung out of me.
By this pen or by those hands of yours.
One way or another,
all the words that cannot
seem to tempt my taste
will flow out onto this paper
and delve nicely within your veins.




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How many books do you typically read a month?
𐎀 I try to fit in one a month. I'm honestly not as big of a reader as I used to be, but I'm trying to get back into it!

May

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