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The darkest parts revealed to all,
Veiled by the twinkle of stars.
Glancing blows were at hand.
A deal reached.
With no handshake, no crescendo,
The mend of it all was never really there.
Because let’s be honest,
There is more in the scatter and bare bones,
Then we’re ever going to repair.
About the Creator
Kimberly
A former waitress, living under the California sun. I fill my days working, rage writing and sun bathing in golden hour lite corners, in what might possibly be the best chair on earth.
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