Midnight

A Haiku

By Miss RiggiePublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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Hands touch at midnight.

Withered hearts, ticking with hope

they will meet again.

heartbreak love poems

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Miss Riggie

Artist | Writer | Lover | Fighter

Born in Sydney, Australia, I write about what inspires me, to inspire others. Poetry, stories, deep introspective works, the lot! MUSE POWERS ACTIVATE!

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Allie Bickertonabout a year ago
Aww, this was sweet! 💕

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