EchoesReflections of my tears I see in your perfect eyes. The pleading desperation I don't know how to disguise. The slowly dying hope That isn't mirrored in your sight. Pieces of my heart Lay trembling at your feet. I know your last quiet words Will leave me Echoes of what I use to be.Echoes
breaking in wild horsesshe screamed out her pain as you lashed her neck with the leather strap but you never heardbreaking in wild horses
her screams you never noticed
her talent her grace she was just wasted sperm to you wearing her heart on the sleeve that you ripped
as you pulled
her down
staircases and beat her senseless she still has more sense than you ever did.
yes. i'm angry.
Angry t
Rivers Converge at the SeaRivers Converge at the Sea by jsennRivers Converge at the Sea
I read that
all rivers
flow into the sea and it occurs
to me that
this water
is the same
water that
swells then ebbs in
moon driven
tides to
lap at the
shorelines
of Sweden
and Alaska
Australia,
and Japan; flows
in rivers,
lakes and
ponds; forms of melted winter snows, still lakes reflecting
sky like mirrors on great mountaintops; drips from
limestone
cathedral ceilin
I'm back!!
Welcoming
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