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Wallowing in grief, they said. Clad in black, face wet-- Distant, drowning eyes burning Silver Hands clasped, knuckles snow White  Rose; thornless, flawless Too fragile, they said. Lips pulled down, face blotched, splotches of  Crimson red  Stained shards of glass Crystal clear mind, jagged  Edges Of a window (pain)  Broken, they said. Shivering shoulders, silent spells But-- But those eyes. Those Shining depths, they bore love in its Purest  Form, held her together like glue.  Broken, they said.  Well, she'll live to smile another day.
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
Mourning
Wallowing in grief, they said. Clad in black, face wet-- Distant, drowning eyes burning Silver Hands clasped, knuckles snow White  Rose; thornless, flawless Too fragile, they said. Lips pulled down, face blotched, splotches of  Crimson red  Stained shards of glass Crystal clear mind, jagged  Edges Of a window (pain)  Broken, they said. Shivering shoulders, silent spells But-- But those eyes. Those Shining depths, they bore love in its Purest  Form, held her together like glue.  Broken, they said.  Well, she'll live to smile another day.
kylia
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
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