Some days I wake upand all I feelare the fracturesin the flesh that coversthe only meI’ve ever known.Some days,it’s those exact fissuresthat let the lighthiding inside mepour outand coverin goldeveryonethat found enough beautyin the cracksto standclose.
Some days I wake upand all I feelare the fracturesin the flesh that coversthe only meI’ve ever known.Some days,it’s those exact fissuresthat let the lighthiding inside mepour outand coverin goldeveryonethat found enough beautyin the cracksto standclose.
