She stepped through the window of imagination hoping to fly.
Instead,
she
—crashed.—
Entering an internal slumber upon her mattress made of rock.
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In a Nuthshell
PoesíaPretty much everything I've gone through, have thought of, or have felt in a nutshell. All are poems written by me and should not be used unless given permission to.
Window
She stepped through the window of imagination hoping to fly.
Instead,
she
—crashed.—
Entering an internal slumber upon her mattress made of rock.
