From the white tent by the sea...
Saturday, November 13, 2010
untitled ramblings of hurt
Her love crowned her like a shroud
as it fell from her breast
to her feet.
crushed.
A mockery
of all her work,
of all her tenderness,
of all her hopes.
Laughing.
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