Your honesty
Hits me like daylights’ reality
Embracing all the broken bits
Love
Slowly mending
More than broken dreams
Harvesting
Pieces of ourselves
Fundamentally
We grasp
The act of living
My dishonesty
Hits me like the darkest morning four
Embracing all the broken bits
Love
Tediously onerous
A crusade inside the mind of time
Harvesting
Pieces of ourselves
Fundamentally
We clench
A refreshed sanity
By Simone Beatrice Naik Hagfeldt,
2013-08-20.
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