H o p e whispers prayers under the
unarmored skies, during those unholy
hours when only stars remember our scars.
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H o p e whispers prayers under the
unarmored skies, during those unholy
hours when only stars remember our scars.
*For #junefalls18 hosted by @breath_words_ And @a_sea_of_words_
Do not be afraid to chart a
course for the edge of the world,
because sometimes, that is what it Continue reading “Chart a course”
There are nights when
my stars are simply scars
and each pore in my facade Continue reading “Stars”