Burried Bellow
Burried bellow
Is a girl with no soul.
Her eyes,
Black with despite,
And her heart,
As cold as a winter night.
She cries into the night
With an echo of fear,
But her eyes do not
Leak one single tear.
Burried bellow
Is a girl with a growing soul,
Her eyes now show light,
But her heart,
Still cold as a winter night.
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