the blanket of fog covers her eyes hiding the mist from the shed tears of the cloudman as his breath covers the pane which protects the shadows from the world the shadows that watch over the fragile skeletons which are scantily laid upon the wooden floor of her beaten heart
Reason for writing:
It's funny how we hide from pur past...how we find new protectors of our future...the way we get lost in the shuffle.
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