Tuesday, 20 November 2018

A broken reflection

The brain not used is rotten , that is what it seems mine is.

The body without a heart is auton, that is what it seems mine is.

The people not met are forgotten, that is what it seems i am.

My soul though bleeds often, but normal is what it seems i am.
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