she spills
sometimes. the tears.
the words.
the glass of her tilts
and out she comes.
all wet and soft,
unglued, undone.
wondering as everyone
does at some point,
what went wrong,
but it passes
and before long she's
back to being
an angel in white.
with wings.
flying strong.
Monday, June 22, 2015
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