words
are
scattered,
leaving trails
around this room.
p
u
and
d
o
w
n,
p
u
and
d
o
w
n
the walls
of this empty
building.
YOU ARE READING
nights
Poetryit was in the darkest hours of the day that i felt most comfortable in. a collection of words: [ © victoria g. two thousand and fourteen ] |cover created by -therapy|
