I do not forget…
I don't forget that wound,Open for a year,I don't forget the new voices that are silenced by pain in ruins. I don't forget the word "mom",It was gone in just a moment,I do not forget the number 57, Which is still suffocating with envy. 57 roses sprouted,Red me 28 thorns,Weep and the stars that were not spared,But they messed up 57 loves... She is also crying …