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Rosary0fSighs

Published: Dec 16, 2012

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27 petals fall
27 spirits carried gently on the wind
of prayers and whispers
muttered through open hearts
and broken ribs.
Tears on the lips of mourners
sorrow falling in the morning
27 headstones
and heavy tread
hands held together
whispering love and rememberance
of the dead

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xBehindBlueEyes

Dec 29, 2012

that was beautiful T-T

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