She
She says she's sad. She sings
sad songs. Safe, scared, still
sane, serious - she sculptures
statues.
She saw some scenes - she says
seemed sins. So she says. Satisfied
she sleeps...
10/09/2012
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2012
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