Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Expired

There was a place she would go to, mentally.

Everything stacked in unorganized piles,
Such as a storage room inside her head.

Once the heart of this head was shattered,
She locked the door and kept walking..

And now every time she tries to enter..

 Nothing will come out.

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