by Danny Anaya de Leon Still,The silence becomes my enemy.Memories,Flashbacks to the places I9ll never be able to erase.Never,Leave my mind as I try to regain what your name meant to me.Leave,As I try to live.No,Good memories come to mind. Only films of terror.Matter,They say you do.How Much I,Try to remember the greenlight dying inContinue reading “Elevators”
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Ruby Petty – Acrylic on Mixed Media Paper