Turn The Page, Open The Door

Not much to say today but good afternoon! I hope everyone’s having a wonderful pride month and is getting outside as much as possible. Please enjoy the poem today, friends.

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Phases

Does your heart trace a thousand laces?

Does your heart lie and die in knots?

And it rots as you can tell by the spots?

Does your heart pace a thousand places?

Wondering and dundering,

ever the old fool?

Whose tool you break and shake like a fool?

Does your heart race a thousand races?

Fiddling and falling in broken arms and torn heels?

Spinning and spooling, of fate, those wheels.

Perhaps, this time, you’ll be the one that steals.