Truths scratched from the dirt
She listens for his lies
She chases her tail
Arranges transport for the dead
But the girl in overalls is still sittin on the porch swings
Because all she sees is her false shadow hidden behind the door
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Spilled emotions
PoetryYour prose is so delicate and straightforward. Your story telling skills are superb. These spilled emotions are phenomenally bottled and retold. - @Buzzthewildcat Cover made by buzzthewildcat
