Categories: Art, Creative Writing
Hide all of my curdled dossier,
Toss the empty files in a box
My nothing is better gone.
Time will pass on too
And so will what was true,
A madeleine of exquisite torture.
Only for a whisper under the floorboards,
To guess at the extinguished girl
Unwanted by her mother earth,
A life gone before her birth.
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I like this I had something similar https://typicaleva.wordpress.com/2016/01/13/falling/
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