Written by Emily Harstone | August 28, 2017
The soul is a invisbale thread.
Like obsessed boyfriends, words stalked her.
Don’t I know it? But thanks.
Everything cracks – even stone.
——– Words don’t.
All beauty is set in stone.
Message in stone. An unbelievable platitude.
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The soul is a invisbale thread.
Like obsessed boyfriends, words stalked her.
Don’t I know it? But thanks.
Everything cracks – even stone.
——– Words don’t.
All beauty is set in stone.
Message in stone. An unbelievable platitude.