Crimson Cranes
It is a process, yet to cease. But to be precise, it's not my way of life.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Boiled
I boiled my anger;
he never said sorry.
I conversed in my shadows
here, I ruined him with shame
I waited for a whim
to free what I felt
what I got?
real conversations
mind boggling realizations
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