Jul 2018
Dark nights, dark days, a broken heart stuck in bleak flurries of heat and muck
Grief pinches my throat, binds my wrists, pelts me with memories and what if's.
My eyes are glazed with blurry tears, my mind torn apart by deathly fears.
I cry and I cry and I cry
Leah Oviedo
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Leah Oviedo  99/San Diego, California, US
(99/San Diego, California, US)   
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