In the voiceless night she stood,
with each broken glass shredded within her chest, weary tears and dying breath for every doing she’s done right, does her wrong for every shelter she’d seek, cast her off for every love she believed, left her mocked for every hand she reached out, threw her off In the stillness of night she stood. as the cold creeps slowly within her form what she’d give to hurl up in someone’s arms but a hug is too much a wish for a silenced soul. Yogyakarta.just-the-other.160810 |
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