RemedyA Poem by SLOVA
and I like when the sky
looks like the world's about to end and parted clouds call the stars that ask to be my friends and my mouth, it bleeds words that the nightmares try to bend but the lights up above promise me that I will mend
© 2015 SLOVAReviews
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