It walks by your hanging head,
transparent shame,
unholy bed.
There in your mind
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Self can't release to love, the peace, the former trust. unholy bed There in your mind These are the phrases I like best, and look! they make a small and lovely poem when you put them together! Lovely work Sally!
Oh My God, this poem gave me the chills! ! But all the same: A Fab Piece! ! :)
Thanks for your reaction, Scarllet