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May 2013 · 830
Hazy
desolxte May 2013
Her eyes were smokey grey
Hazy
It's almost as if she were blind
For what she saw when she stepped toward
The looking glass, was a distorted figure
Nothing like her own
She found flaws, in places
Where there were

None


{S.P}

— The End —