She goes through the motions everyday
Repetitive, grueling, deplorable
The thoughts swirl through her mind
As a ebony fog
And weighs her head down
Lower and lower
Till it smashes on the concrete.
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Tesson de Verre (Shards of Glass)
PuisiPoems and bits of peices of woes, happiness and love stories. Filled with romantic words and sad ones too.
