Inhuman
Heartless with one’s heart heart, I speak where does the words go? Do they evaporate within carless whispers released in the wind constantly being repeated or rewind, recycled. If no one cares responses, heartless, cold as if one’s heart is engraved in stone beyond apprehension.
Copyright © Michaela Renee Solomon | Year Posted 2022
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