I keep pouring my soul
Into the gaps in your skin,
But it is never enough to fill the space.A tomato is red and so is my heart, both will end up at the mercy of the
dicer.If tomorrow will start with an apology. I feel a sequel starting in to a never ending story.
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YOU ARE READING
Grasping it all
PoetryCollection of my thoughts in trying to understand how my life is.