The streamers of my thoughts
Blow in the wind.
Little worries and cares
I don’t know where I send.
Tape never holds,
Mind boxes never contain
The chaos confetti
That blows in the wind.
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Casey Sharp holds a BA in Creative Writing and has always enjoyed creating captivating worlds with misunderstood heroines. She is disabled, ND, and LGBTQIA+, and as a literary agent, she strives to put more characters in the world who like her who she never saw in the books she loved growing up.