dim moonlight breaks my window,
sifts through my skin.
the remnants of broken glass,
arrows of unspoken words,
dart in my veins:
heavier than iron
saltier than salt.
unfinished thoughts - mystery’s remnants.
broken sentences.
and a leaf dries
between the pages 7 and 8
c:Nina K Orlovskaya@9/20/2012
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