heavy hearts
that pierced the skin,
and shattered parts
of the catalyst
broken by solid darts
that held my demons.
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nights
Poésieit was in the darkest hours of the day that i felt most comfortable in. a collection of words: [ © victoria g. two thousand and fourteen ] |cover created by -therapy|
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heavy hearts
that pierced the skin,
and shattered parts
of the catalyst
broken by solid darts
that held my demons.