hannah taylor


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Sitting in a room surrounded by the dim, dull dusk
caused by the moon rising into the black starry sky
hiding away from all evil,
that may harm, touch or break me
into a thousand pieces shattered like a mirror
dropped on a ball room floor
everything confused and muddled
clouded over by pain that pierces through hurting and stabbing,
every time I move my aching body and bleeding limbs

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