Cold House
We're scars meshed together
Crisscrossing each other
Meeting at forbidden points
Let's meet at the wake
Line up to console the ones left behind
We're stars that burned too bright
Worn out yet leaving our fragments behind
Copyright © Helen Bernadette | Year Posted 2020
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