The Hidden Series - Three
he peaked over such a hollow
body, cold porcelain skin, dead,
red roses everywhere, the
silence of life, the light of
death, find him in the epitome
of her soul, here i am, where
am i, disgusted, watching two
grave stones, of two old lovers,
hopefully this tree will comfort
me, but just let me hide
tonight.
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