7 rivers
it's been crashing and burning since tuesday, july and all year long
our home, their sister, my grandma whose funeral i could not go to
my living sisters, our laughter, that song
my other sisters, insane
it's sunday and i've cried 7 rivers
it's may and i know july is just around the corner and even if i let it crash and burn violently again...
be gentle with me
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of other wrongs, sins and songs
Poetrypoems about broken homes, friendzones, death, everything your heart does not desire
