They are silent
Those satellites we use -
Jones and I.
No words must tumble out
across the water
or behind the glass.
All
must
stay
still
...and silent.
And empty.
Where are
Our words
Falling?
About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
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