·MARY HELEN·

They broke my fingers and they broke my bones. I am a ghost gasping through the exuberance of life. They haven’t seen horror like I have. The horror that neither moves you nor breaks you, but with one iron palm muffles you. The memories are not within me. They climb up on the walls like …

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TWILIGHT SWIMS IN CIRCLES, IT’S TWILIGHT AGAIN

I gave you my mind to hold, You had me at my peak, Lost me when I fell. My deficiency is not in the fact that I lack something that you are, It is in my failure to believe that I am something you are not. If I was blind the music will always be …

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