Rubble to Tranquility
She walks in the debries of broken homes,
her toes bleeding in the blood of domes.
where the homes were not houses but the huts of little angles,
who flew in the land of heavenly romes.
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her toes bleeding in the blood of domes.
where the homes were not houses but the huts of little angles,
who flew in the land of heavenly romes.
© All Rights Reserved