Scarred Mirrors (28)
Days of blindness. Of not knowing.
Only the nights are lucid.
Your touch over my body: full of eyes.
It names the unnamed.
Raquel Angel Nagler
Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
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