Poem - 24 September 2019, 09:41 September 2019 Contest Nominees Eyes Rebecca A bit confused, A bit bruised, But I got used. You talk about healing? I can't even control this feeling. Look at my eyes, More colder each time. Like ice, it will soon melt in lies. Like 4 Pin it 0 Views: 1485 Rating: Total votes: 3 Poetry Genre: Drama Topic: Mystery Listed in: Contest Entries 5 comments more by Rebecca Autumn air Run away Mom's hands 2 comments
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