Scribble slivers

by Hannah   Mar 22, 2007


Scribble slivers with a grin

feels so certain it's a sin

growing flimsy i should cry

feeling certain i should die

send her help

send her rhymes

all the doctors

don't know why

so this is our departure

you took all remains

neglected lover

unwinded oaths

truths nevermore

lost forevermore

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