And once again my hearts scattered in a million pieces
No Jar of Hearts, just silver splinters aimed straight
No drops of red , but silver tears
And a hole in a tired heart
a tightness in the throat
tears to near
knowing I fail once again
the trust of a little boy
to be continued ...
A rare find- never ending rolls of old wallpaper on a junking day! - Beth and I had a morning out at estate sales and the Old West Bottoms antique district, and while out, I hit paydirt. Again, and again! Which is pretty rar...
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