Silence - XIX
I am:
A quivering lip;
Clenched fists;
The imprint of nails
dug into tender hands;
A piercing moonbeam
in a midnight shade of dark...
I am:
Silence
A quivering lip;
Clenched fists;
The imprint of nails
dug into tender hands;
A piercing moonbeam
in a midnight shade of dark...
I am:
Silence
posted by ShaluBhuchar at
4:02 PM
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