Scarred Mirrors (58)
We return home with hands empty as fatigue.
You come back, each day more defeated.
I give you the strength I don't have.
Raquel Angel Nagler
Submitted: Sunday, October 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013
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