Scarred Mirrors (66) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Scarred Mirrors (66)



The night: a cataract of hands.
It scrapes the cliffs of our body,
It carries away
Pieces of our loneliness.

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Princess Lilypad 27 October 2013

I got a feeling about this writing that takes me to sad, desolate places. I hate the feeling surrounding the subject of your poem. Identifiable and crafty way to relate so much in so little words. liked it! ! !

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