The Only Open Door by kbww

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Oct 2018

Blood: the weary ghost.
Tears: the weary heart.
Lies: the weary truth

They never saw what she could’ve been.

Grave: just the weary

I wrote this poem in 2003: I was 15 years old

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kbww 33/F

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