When
When Sophine Watkis When I think of you I see a chalk outline. I see a wooden box, Three rusted nails. I see
July 17, 2015
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When Sophine Watkis When I think of you I see a chalk outline. I see a wooden box, Three rusted nails. I see
Desolate Sophine Watkis As I whisper mellifluous nothings into the empty, heavy silence, the walls turn black. My palms perspire, my eyes leak.