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Woozy is my weary heart
Who wonders what it feels like
To not be watched with heavy judgement
But infinite whirls of brightness in their sighs.
What will it take to be promised such exciting rest?
Will it mean in sacrifice my life I'll have to give?
Washing my own hopes of a beloved, away from my hands.
Don't let them know what they've seen is false,
That the water runs thick and mean.
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red 🌱
I write poetry that is vulnerable, honest and might give you a glimpse behind my mask
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