A hollow cavern
where my own words echo back
Deep beneath the surface
slivers of light occasionally pierce the dark.
This is no warmth here
with my thoughts; twisted and gnarled.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
A hollow cavern
where my own words echo back
Deep beneath the surface
slivers of light occasionally pierce the dark.
This is no warmth here
with my thoughts; twisted and gnarled.
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