i am shaking,
it feels like the world
is closing in on me.
what sacrifice would it take
for me to set myself free?— she accepted the yellow bottle, yet the questionable look in her eyes made my world
turn blue.
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brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
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i am shaking,
it feels like the world
is closing in on me.
what sacrifice would it take
for me to set myself free?— she accepted the yellow bottle, yet the questionable look in her eyes made my world
turn blue.