They Dream of Angels. I Dream of You
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Carry yourself.
Overthrown.
I have nothing left to prove.
To recover these last moments.
in my hands like broken colored glass,
washed ashore.
Found.
Then let float back into the sea.
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