He gathers his dreams about him…
-broken bits of colored glass-
usless, shining treasures…
painful reminders,
on which to cut himself-
so his angry wounds
can never heal.
He gathers his dreams about him…
-broken bits of colored glass-
usless, shining treasures…
painful reminders,
on which to cut himself-
so his angry wounds
can never heal.
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