Broken Portrait
How to breathe...in the in between.
Is to see that which is unseen,
perfection, betrayed, through
timeless tales.
This is me and how i fell to my
own tale.
My cell is myself.
my key a broken portrait,
given unto immortality's last
fable.
Copyright © Lisa Allen | Year Posted 2008
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