 | Sally Sorrow's stitches are special, Soft, sorrowful, silently sealed. She sits in shadows, still and subtle, Seeking secrets, sorrow revealed. Staring, staring, with soulless sight, Silent screams split the still of night. Shrouded in sorrow, stitched in strife, She seeks solace in the silence of life. Sally Sorrow’s spirit is strange, A stitched soul, forever deranged. [link] [comments] |
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