Wednesday, March 1, 2017

erase my eyes



the wonderful silence you can hear



the  march sky was rosy at dusk#1


the March sky was rosy at dusk#2


a great cry came from within


floating away


she felt blue and ruined

the sound of broken glass

of being a girl with scars


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