Bettie
Calls herself a poet but probably isn’t. Also calls herself a writer but again probably isn’t. Actions speak louder than words.
- These are not horns. They are memory. Fractured rings of light once perfect, once divine now severed. Like wilted crowns that lay half-buried in the ash of the fall. They no longer shine But sometimes you can hear the echo of something holy. #poetry
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- Assumption is the mother of regret.
