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Jun 2016
What a pretty face.
She smiles and said thanks.
But did anyone notice,
When she dipped her head,
Used her hair to hide her eyes.

What a pretty face.
She laughs and smiles.
But did anyone hear,
The way her laughed trailed off,
Empty and hallow.

What a pretty face.
She hears it all the time.
But it doesn't mean a thing,
She fell apart alone,
She's dead inside.

What a pretty face.
She uses it to get numb.
Anyway, anyhow,
She's didn't care.
Just let her be numb.

What a pretty soul.
She listens more carefully.
This is new, very new.
It can't be real.
She has a pretty face.

What a pretty heart.
He keeps coming back.
He's real. Why?
Won't he just leave already?
Breathing, she's starting to hurt.

What a pretty mind.
She knows it's going to hurt.
She falls down anyway.
Now she's lost in his arms.
There's no escape.

What a pretty vibe.
She's reckless and crazy.
She's scared it'll last,
And terrified it won't.
What a pretty face.
His Gweniverre
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His Gweniverre
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