I laid my Cloths of Heaven,
under your feet,
pleaded,
tread it carefully,
it's my one and only,
you Tramped on it, wore it out,
soiled it with grime and crime,
your semen of conceit.
my cloth,
torn and tattered,
in shards,
unmendable
A journal that focuses on day to day happenings and encounters. A self-theraphy of some kind.
Posted by willow at 8:17 PM
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