• broken_glass_words 5w

    Thank god for poetry.

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    Rest

    Rest my thigh on the blanket,
    So red stains aren't left on the sheets.
    Rest my head in my hair,
    So the locks soak up the tears.
    Rest my heart in your hands,
    So it's glass doesn't shatter.
    Rest my life in a noose,
    My breaths hanging by a thread.
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