Where her heart used to be
lays an empty void.
Vast and dark, secured
with high walls and bound gates.
Nothing living has survived
the battles waged.
Nothing new can gain ground
after the carnage.
Where her heart used to be
lays an empty void.
Vast and dark, secured
with high walls and bound gates.
Nothing living has survived
the battles waged.
Nothing new can gain ground
after the carnage.
- RV on the outside. Sanctuary on the inside.
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