The news of your death was like a glass vase; one minute it's whole, the next, glass is knitted in flesh making a home within battle scars that you helped heal.
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One Liners
PoetryPoetry is music, music in retrun saves my thought. ------------------ A collection of one sentence/one line poems that range from hope to death. And everything in between.
91. Glass Death
The news of your death was like a glass vase; one minute it's whole, the next, glass is knitted in flesh making a home within battle scars that you helped heal.
