(side note, i have no idea what to title these posts)
Hello lovely perople of various variety!! I wrote another thing, decided to show ya’ll again. Hope you like it!!!
Once again, I’ve fallen through
The floorboards in a tiled room,
Found myself split into two
And ached in ways that remind me of you
The bells that ring do not exist
Every edge I walk is a mile-high cliff
To ache is to try not to slip
What becomes of me when I give in
I’d land on rock yet come up dry
But if I should be caught by eagles’ eyes
They’d pace this room like tracing the sky
But skies have limits, where are mine?
Again, I become a stone reflection
Of a story unworthy of redemption
To ache is by its own definition
Worse when you stay than when you’re missing
would love to know whatcha think! 
Have a great day!!
, Abi you are so good, a true poet lol (awful pun ik 
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