The Archive
2014-2016
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The words open their eyes again,
but they are dusty,
young,
and incomplete.
twenty eight child sized coffins
the words unravel like thread
and become more, but saying less.
YOU ARE READING
Unbroken • Poetry
Poetryeven the leaves will not break beneath her touch "All art is quite useless." - Oscar Wilde
