If you can manage
to resurrect my words from the furnace,
I beg your interest
stay long enough to read them
all
and that you’ll still hold me
as the mirror falls off
the wall,
the lake spilling out and
drowning my reflections.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
If you can manage
to resurrect my words from the furnace,
I beg your interest
stay long enough to read them
all
and that you’ll still hold me
as the mirror falls off
the wall,
the lake spilling out and
drowning my reflections.
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