Effervescent. One
Call from her red lipstick, white teeth, and crooked smile
Lie to me about the future, though
I intend to surpass the strong feelings in my memories
Pain protects my future and de-limits me from my past.
Solitude I had sacrificed and the unrecognized
Efforts to better myself and our future, redact history, and destroy madness. We deserve better.
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OneWithPen
I write fiction and poetry focused on inner conflict, fractured relationships, and the quiet moments where people confront who they are. Read at your own pace. Stay if something resonates.
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