She scooped up the broken fragments
And glued them back to one
Her tears washed away the stagnance
Till she shone in the Sun.
Her wounds embraced each other
And made her wrinkle-free
Her cheeks flooded with color-
Oh yea, perfect was she.
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Salt And Ink
Poetry(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
