I want to forget long enough to see what my smile looks like when it isn't hidden behind the millions of bodies I have piled in front of it.
Let me look at my body in the mirror and see something other than a battlefield
Or a bomb
Or the innocent I should be trying to protect.
alexandra rae
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Storms Don't Stop For You
PoetryPoetry and prose about love, hate, and everything in between.
