The Painted Window
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
The stars fall from the sky like a scream seeping through my teeth. The wind burns as it scorches the growing flames and I stand by. Watching and wondering as everything i thought I knew comes crashing down. Was it even mine to hold?
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