She stands staring into the moonlit sky, Loving or loathing, we would never know. Living in the false world that loved her, Dying in a cold reality. Tears glisten in her once beautiful eyes, Her spirit cries, yet nobody knows. Softly she cries in her cold dark prison, The needle slowly washing her life away.… Continue reading A Perfect World
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Blood Streams She saunters by carelessly, with her shoulder length bob and dark blue lipstick, when time stops for me, and my thoughts draw back to her past, her very recent past,