Scarred Mirrors (26)
You arrive. You go.
You live in restlessness.
You leave traces of haste on the hours.
My mouth will fill you with slowness,
My fingers will trickle over you, calm as a drizzle.
Raquel Angel Nagler
Submitted: Saturday, July 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 13, 2013
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