destroyed
she slept though life
and lived through death.
she breathed in smoke
of the fire she'd set.
she threw what mattered
and kept what's left.
then wondered about
the secrets she'd kept.
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Poetrythoughts that live in my mind. i call them to come downstairs and ask them to tell me how they are. they are in their rooms most of the time really. but i need them to talk. if they dont they'll explode. and i cant afford more 'out of range' rooms i...
