Underneath
Underneath
It all, it
Makes me fall, and
Turns a new leaf.
Grief turns to built rage, and
Self lies gone arise.
Despise my eyes
Died to hide
Denied
Cries.
Copyright © Tara Shaw | Year Posted 2011
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