she found herself sat under a lonely streetlight, feet crossed and heart knotted.
she whispered into cloth made by hand all the things she couldn't bare to scream out loud.
she felt light, content as she sang her heart's plights onto the delicate twill, hoping she'd never have to write ever a g a i n.
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Ephemeral
Poetry❝she was e p h e m e r a l for she would last but one other day.❞ *** 00:00 15/9/16 ©_screamer 2017
