Mistake Poem by Malaya Roses

Mistake



Mold me here,
At the same harbor,
With a few drops of dew,
On such salty morning,
And
Upon the white lustrous sand,
You and I choose the blade of sins,
We keep the same hands of lies,
Too close to the broken mirror
Hurting us is done,
We are too weak to say no.

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