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Her heart became crumbly

With words whispered meekly 

Her fingers fell weakly

As they shivered, tingly

In her painful reality.

The world has glossed over
Everything is colder

He should have told her

the experience will mould her

As her feeling gets older.


I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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