For love to resurface.

by Poet on the Piano   Apr 26, 2015


She was an open book -
always sad, always waiting
for people to stop
reading her sanity
and instead pluck off
the spilling words and
bloom within her
thoughts,
within her
soul...

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Written 4/26/15 @ 2:44 PM
Random freewrite.

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