treasures buried in silt
bits of forgotten dreams
remains of nightmares, jagged
shrugged off caresses
eddies around ankles in water
cheeks laid to cool mosaic
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hey just wanted to ask u .How does this line sound " The broken mirror reflects the state of my heart " ???
ReplyDeleteoh my god! terrible. very poetic, but all the more terrible for it. does it really?
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