It was an eternal gathering of discarded outcries.
All that ever went there
aren't back yet.
YOU ARE READING
Hushed Ballads
Poetry"You are holding your breath, dying slowly. The worst part? You don't even know it." #54 in poetry - 04.07.2016
Discarded
It was an eternal gathering of discarded outcries.
All that ever went there
aren't back yet.
