Broken Glass (Standing Still Continued)..
To bring
Some things, to life
Others must be dropped
And left to die
Memory
Can be salt rubbed in the eyes
Love is maybe like a bird
That dreams of flight
Some things, to life
Others must be dropped
And left to die
Memory
Can be salt rubbed in the eyes
Love is maybe like a bird
That dreams of flight
post by BD
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