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Ebony hair and ivory skin; the girl who was glass was saved from her sin. Her figure was altered, her appearance had changed. Black hair to gold and with that she was named. The Glass Girl was reborn and her memories stolen. They would only return when she became golden. She was sent back in time and grew up an angel. She watched a young boy who was not cimply a stranger. The girl who was glass and the girl who would **** her were one in the same and their were impure. When the Glass Girl was shattered and the Mirror-Eyes dulled, the poor Radiant Girl was now lost in the cold. The Flying Boy warned her because the flying boy knew. He is a cold-hearted demon. and now the angel is, too. A demon she is and glass like before. Her porcelain heart is black to the core. Ebony hair and ivory skin. The girl who was glass pays for her sin.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
Porcelain Demon
Ebony hair and ivory skin; the girl who was glass was saved from her sin. Her figure was altered, her appearance had changed. Black hair to gold and with that she was named. The Glass Girl was reborn and her memories stolen. They would only return when she became golden. She was sent back in time and grew up an angel. She watched a young boy who was not cimply a stranger. The girl who was glass and the girl who would **** her were one in the same and their were impure. When the Glass Girl was shattered and the Mirror-Eyes dulled, the poor Radiant Girl was now lost in the cold. The Flying Boy warned her because the flying boy knew. He is a cold-hearted demon. and now the angel is, too. A demon she is and glass like before. Her porcelain heart is black to the core. Ebony hair and ivory skin. The girl who was glass pays for her sin.
This poem is in somewhat of a series.. To clear some confusion you should read Glass Girl, Mirror-Eyed Boy and Radiant Girl (in that order)~
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
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