Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Wednesday, 31 December 2014
Description
Describe it?
Impossible
You wern't there...
how could you see
the way hair shifted
the way voices trembled
how could you notice
the cracks in the wall
the way my heart sings now
When memory is drawn
and plays yet again ?
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