Distance by Dan Cocks

Mar 2015

Distance

I eat my broken mirror
thinking of my piano that was once used
is now black with the blackness of my soul.
A shot in the dark,
my flower dies
never to bloom again.

#darkness #flower #soul #melancholy #piano #memory #greed #shot #consumption #moveon

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