Liza Gonzales

Untitled Feelings

Gaps running deep and shreakin begging for closeness 
Tiny faceless glass mirrors hangin on the wall by a thread  
Craving the same old and slippping back into equal thoughts of heavy silence and chatter
Gathered feelings framing a glow in the wall where it caved in
Fading and never speaking up to change and fix things
Can a spark grasp you like how sane paranoid whispers fill your small head 
Laughing little jokers and look how you climbed in worthless little feet so you lay heavy on the

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