bareA Poem by N E. Chase
Peace drowned grey beneath my mind
The open chords my lullaby The mask shades tinged obsidian A strangers voice I cry Laughter ties the veil that weeps A faded wisp of self to keep The mirror's tales in liquid tongue The days of night to sleep © 2014 N E. Chase |
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Added on October 3, 2014 Last Updated on October 3, 2014 Author
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