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writerReader Jan 2015
one day i might

shatter

these glass walls
and trudge with
weeping
blood across the
broken
shards
writerReader Jan 2015
sometimes I
reach within
the fragile paper of
this book to
glide
my fingers through
your silver
hair
writerReader Jan 2015
please
please will
you dance off
the page to
get to
me
writerReader Jan 2015
i want to
touch
the stars with these reaching
words
of mine
with these shaking
hands
of mine
writerReader Jan 2015
Sky
i slipped
through
the rusted
bars of this
cage and
dove into
the
sky
writerReader Jan 2015
is it love to die
in the
rain or to
jump in front
of speeding trains
or is it love to die
happily
in our
beds
writerReader Jan 2015
Nothing left but
the timid
spirit that hides
in
the black corner.
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