He’d take one look at me and see the birth of wrath, walk through the mirror and into my heart He would deliver my tears, and after – he’d convert […]
disappointment
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There was a time when I used to wear my heart on my hair. To be more exact, on a hairpin pinned to my hair, but that was a long […]
Your words Dance in the shadow of my heart Like tiny particles of light Glimmering, fading, vanishing, Flawless in their translucence, Scattering, flimsy, weightless, Sparse, and lacking in puissance. Your […]