Echo
Inside the window
burning amber atop
the snoring hills
skips the heart of
stone and tree
deep inside the bones
painted with lilac and chandelier shadows
pumps the lungs of three,
the lost, the borrowed, the found,
all pieces of me
echoing, echoing
breathe free
breathe free
breathe free.
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Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
