Meshell

Heart in hand my chest is ripping.

Everything we've seen or see is but a dream within a dream.

Images of love become dreams and lonliness becomes company.

How do you escape a prison you guard yourself?

Meshell's Works

Poetry (Reflective)	2011-12-21	hourglass
Poetry (Abuse)	2011-12-26	Mindsweeper
Poetry (Reflective)	2012-02-28	exposed
Poetry (Love)	2012-03-08	Tapestry
Poetry (Personal)	2012-03-18	Silent Prayer
Poetry (Spiritual)	2012-09-14	WAKE UP!

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