Our SoulsA Poem by Free Thinker
Every word you say
Plays on repeat every day Black eyes and busted lips Are so much easier to forget The love The hate The lies The hows The whens The whys Slowly our souls die Copyright © Brandie Osborn | Year © 2021 Free ThinkerReviews
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