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.
Raquel Angel Nagler
Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 22, 2013
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