
Bleach white and bare
Motionless upon these rusted grains
Where miles of desperation
Are stuffed into one small scene:
The destiny we missed
The life that knew a living;
With milky eyes we look upon a future
We would never make.
I like to write stuff. So I'll do it here. Hopefully it will connect to you somehow.
Bloody hell you are good! X
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Thanks Deb!!
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