Fourth Wall Poem by Amy Nicks

Fourth Wall



Banged up quotation marks
Has us guessing from the start
Light white sheets
Heats, as slowly as
The anchor reaches the brezze
Motions swaying
As my heart beats
Losing rhythm
Swinging hindrance
Keep those from losing there feet.

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Amy Nicks

Amy Nicks

london uk
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