Fragile World
Fragile World A glass bottle; me, its contents. Others wander freely outside, smiling… admiring me. Yet I sit where I know I’m safe. Untouchable. My bottle, impenetrable… Or is it? I smile. Sign in to see full entry.
Lady Ghost's Poetry: Fragile World
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Since I can remember, poetry has been my preferred method of expressing what I feel deep inside. I have decided to begin sharing them here, because keeping them in my computer or stuffed in a folder in a drawer is not helping me to finally release these emotions and heal.
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