18h
I smile like stained glass-
fractured, lit from behind,
but never whole.
No one hears the weeping
that happens beneath the bone.
It’s quieter that way.
fractured, lit from behind,
but never whole.
No one hears the weeping
that happens beneath the bone.
It’s quieter that way.
Weeping Angel
(21/F/Spain)
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