Split in Two

by Maple Tree   Sep 6, 2012


I was once numb behind pink umbrellas
and quirky rubber bands.

She was the wiser of the two
a year before the death of
our immortal madness,
they shunned us from existence.

We became exiled, chained
to the insanity that haunted,

and the reality of the sane....

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  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    The reality of the sane is insane sometimes.Greta write sista.