Lynnsy Peranteau
Joined November 2019
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Window
I slowly press my fingertips on the cold smooth surface of the glass as I’m peering in to watch you all joke and laugh I tend to stay on the other side because if any of you knew the truth you’d leave me like everyone else with this hole in my chest a mile wide
By Lynnsy Peranteau4 years ago in Poets