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Nothing ever ends poetically... by WhiteOleander
March 2018
6Stained Glass

Stained Glass
March 6, 2018

You're pieced together like a stained glass windowpane. A survivor's blood in your veins, cradling your sharp edges. I want to be the radiance that fills the shards, casting your colours across the graveyards where your ghosts lie as I hear you cry I am whole.
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