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Eyes Look Your Last
Her posture screams,
To relieve
The sadness
That has taken
It's toll.
Her eyes,
Trained on the
Vast mural
Of her own
Thoughts.
Her hair,
Like tusks
Of midnight
Ripped from the
Moonlight's skin.
She,
Like marble,
Hardened...
By the stresses
Of herself.
To relieve
The sadness
That has taken
It's toll.
Her eyes,
Trained on the
Vast mural
Of her own
Thoughts.
Her hair,
Like tusks
Of midnight
Ripped from the
Moonlight's skin.
She,
Like marble,
Hardened...
By the stresses
Of herself.
Published 23rd Sep 2013
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23rd Sep 2013 2:39am
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31st Oct 2013 5:05pm
Profound and beautifully stated! I especially love the closing stanza, it's perfect!:)
