Alone in beauty she walks
A hallway lit with her reflection
She wants to see herself
Without
a mirrors deception
She takes a pen
And jabs it in
To her heart and begins to write
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3 comments:
now, that's what i'm talking about. i ::heart:: the jabbing of the heart.
illyria - There is a land in our souls we are all a bit nervous to go to and yet in the quiet of solitude we always seem to venture there or should I say adventure there. :) Thanks for the post
peace
It's raw, but it's where the real stuff is. Thank you for visiting and reaching deep inside to see.
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