When the lions are silentA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoScarred and scared Wounds, bared It cuts deep When alone, I weep. Down, they drop From ice-cold cheeks Should close up shop For no one speaks. © 2017 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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1 Review Added on May 24, 2017 Last Updated on May 24, 2017 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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