My Everyth'n
- Shelly Sharon
- Apr 10, 2015
- 1 min read
My childhood wounds stopped bleeding along time ago
cause I've stopped scratching them.
My childhood pictures
speak for themselves.
Their voice no longer
My Everyth'n.
Only whispers are left
of a mysterious Self
wrapped in some kind of timeline
playing an old Billy Joel song in the background.
The sounds make me dance
in a small sleepy yearning.
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