She dresses up everyday
Buttoning up her duties
Shrugging on her resposibilities
Covering her weary body
She collects stories
Pressing them onto her suit
Stuffing them in her overflowng pockets
Covering her own life
Her husband is cheating
She has a son who cries
She covers his body
As he sleeps at night
She goes to bed alone
Closes her eyes
Wakes up the next day
To another day of the same life
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Spiritual"My words aren't just some petty thoughts wrapped up in eloquent packaging. They are beings that have roamed in my head and have lived in my heart. Their existence starts with a tremor, and ends in a silence so profound that it cannot be broken." -H...
