and when the legend of
her heart fades with the crumbling parchment,
the story behind your eyes will
burn and
singe tears that will swirl
with exhaled zephyrs
and form these unforgivable storms
that crash without abandon
through the hallways of
inquisitions.
and the pains rejoice
in company.
2 comments:
i cried.
what are you.... a baby?
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