Sunday, October 27, 2013
Scarred Mirrors (66) Comments
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The night: a cataract of hands.
It scrapes the cliffs of our body,
It carries away
Pieces of our loneliness.
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8/3/2025 10:35:52 AM # 1.0.0
I got a feeling about this writing that takes me to sad, desolate places. I hate the feeling surrounding the subject of your poem. Identifiable and crafty way to relate so much in so little words. liked it! ! !