Dark secrets you buried,
light unearthed it;
skeletons in your closet
refuse to stay forgotten,
they rise, they rattle;
their whispers reach out
and sends chills
deep down
to
your marrow.
©
Jacqueline
Dark secrets you buried,
light unearthed it;
skeletons in your closet
refuse to stay forgotten,
they rise, they rattle;
their whispers reach out
and sends chills
deep down
to
your marrow.
©
Jacqueline
Beautifully dark!
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Going deep on this one, J.
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Oh yes they do! Your poetry is stirring Jaqueline.
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