Penelope Mint
A safe space for pieces submitted anonymously
A Piece for Past Lovers
For every time I caught whisper of my past lover diminishing a complex connection down to a mistake, or the times I found myself reflecting and searching for a reason to despise, I found there was less love in my heart to give.
Whilst The Moon
Through the glass and past the willow, Mumbling lines into soft white pillows, I see at last the calmness in her cheeks

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