beneath these ribs

Broken and batteredĀ
Mirrors all shattered
keepsakes of heavens pride
Ā
Bones that break
Her voice does shake
For tears she never cried
Ā
Walls that talk
Shadows that walk
Tongues that always lied
Ā
Flowers of black
Bags to pack
For one hell of a lonely ride
Ā
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