July 13, 2013
Eyes of grey, skin of white.
Hair of silk, made of light.
She takes your breath, by her own accord.
She takes you prisoner with no reward.
But she’s no superman.
She’s fragile, easily broken.
And when she was dropped,
She shattered into oblivion.
We tried to put back her pieces,
But she slipped right through our fingers.

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