Treasure Island

Raquel Angel Nagler


Scarred Mirrors (41)


The liquid night. We're sinking.
Our eyes blinded by water.
Our voice blinded by silence.
The only truth that remains is the touch.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 22, 2013

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