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830 · May 2013
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 —