Here I grab a page,
Scrawling down our set up
the page is left blank
hands staying still
lumpiness hitting the throat
Tears rolling down the eyes
blown up face and tearstained cheeks,
yet its the soul that cries over uncompleted storm.
Unspoken words
YOU ARE READING
Her little diary
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