Stained Glass Mirror Girl 7777
something here
is not right when
i breach into the
eye of your candy
what was once neatly
furnished is now
carelessly shambled
the sourness of it all
leads me to endlessly
leap
trust is melted quicksand
under the merciless sun
when it rises, the apex of descension
truly begins
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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