and all that remains
is my slain
heart
and the ash
and the glass
shards
trampled on the
ground
as you left without a
sound
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eclipsing reality
Poetrya diverse glimpse into my mind. from love, to disorders, to stars, my mind spews unending words that sometimes fashion themselves into something coherent. poetry takes me away from here, eclipsing reality for just a moment. [ first 20ish are from...
ash & glass
and all that remains
is my slain
heart
and the ash
and the glass
shards
trampled on the
ground
as you left without a
sound
