broken, by eleanor maslen |
her eyes are dark her mind clearer her soul black for each man fears her she does not fear lose or even pain shes felt it before and will again her face to the wind as she screams her goodbyes and she takes a leap to see if she can fly now she is gone an angel with wings in the choir of heaven her soul does it sing. |
Posted: 2012-12-16 17:01:46 UTC |
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2013-01-28 00:58:07 | Laura Glossop |
Love this one really good x |