two sides to every story
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You narrowed your mind
And it’s such a shame;
The wasted potential,
The weight of the blame.
It lies heavy on your shoulders,
On your mind, your heart.
It consumes your soul,
AFTER 12 HOURS
THE FUNERAL:
brothers accused of removing dead sister from coffin.
a ceramic angel stands over the destroyed remains.
MOON AT 11 O’CLOCK
HANGS LIKE A GOLDEN CRADLE
ON HER RIVERBEDS,
