Michelle A. Thomas Poems

Cast a stone into the blue
and watch it mutely echo,
with each swell expectation
with each ripple possibility.
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I minded the moon at midnight,
dangling in my distant past.
Tormenting fate with impatience,
imagining this can't last.
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Will you still love me when I'm hateful,
Devoted to my poison, endure me through sin
Wicked and tangled, heart and soul forged of tin.
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