The SpiritA Poem by #SecretWriterI can see the cracks, the spirit living over the skin. Bulletproof but feeling the cold, worn and lined, a sad grey it shivers. Like a walking body of glass, it treads around eggshells, hovering on the breeze, and treads light on dark realms. Protected by lies, their blanket of trust, it's place in nature, lost and forgotten. It covers you, and I smell it's scent, I see the cracks, the lines in your spirit.
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StatsAuthor#SecretWriterRochester, Kent, United KingdomAboutMost of my characters have a dark secret, an evil plan or are just bat-s**t crazy. I'm new to most types of writing but enjoy it as often as possible. I might be a little bit crazy, but anyone w.. more..Writing
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