Micro PoetryPoetrySad Poems

7 Days, 7 Lines

night cowardly hid its veil
the clocks tick, I existed once again
sold a lovers kiss
picked up writing and misplaced words
made a friend, lost fifty
didn’t save
Knelt before an altar and then serendipity

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