Friday, January 20, 2012
(IV)
Her red eyes tell me that she has been crying. The dark crescents beneath them tells me she hasn't been sleeping. The scars on her knuckles tell me she has been hurting.
They had forgotten to water the rose. Now it's petals are falling.
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