Somehow you see it all clear
in the mirror,
which hangs on your cracked wall.
YOU ARE READING
The words, I bleed. (Rks)
PoetryAn ongoing journey of unsaid words. See how they bleed through small letters. ᎪᏞᏞ ᎡᏆᏩᎻᎢᏚ ᎡᎬᏚᎬᎡᏙᎬᎠ - ⓒIwouldfall. {Rks}
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Somehow you see it all clear
in the mirror,
which hangs on your cracked wall.
