J.S.S

…a smile like the dead…
……..charcoal black and anonymous….
…forgotten like the autumn leaves one takes into a great heap and sets aflame…..
…..a heart torn asunder….
…..picked up the pieces, fled quietly in the safety of the darkness the night offers….
…..perhaps the very best of things grow from the ruins of what has been abandoned….
…..and once again will thrive…..
….you just have to survive….

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