The Last Sigh of a Breaking Heart by Elliot

Feb 2014

When once I thought of beauty
it was the sliver of a sunset
or the first snow on barren branches

but how could I have known?
How could I know the truth?
How could I know
having never
known you?

Written by

Elliot New York City, New York

(New York City, New York)

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