Tag: Micro Poetry
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Lit Like This
‘Na get lit like this? Thick skin, plans, and heels for this. Ceilings spin like this.
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Endless Cycle
Cry, lie, still depressed. This pride turned blue, I confide. Cried and then lied still.
100% of interpretations are your own.
‘Na get lit like this? Thick skin, plans, and heels for this. Ceilings spin like this.
Cry, lie, still depressed. This pride turned blue, I confide. Cried and then lied still.