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poetry - book two
for her beautiful eyes
were as dark as her name, ebony.
so no matter how hard one tries,
one could never catch a glimpse
of the soul behind those eyes.
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poetry - book two
for her beautiful eyes
were as dark as her name, ebony.
so no matter how hard one tries,
one could never catch a glimpse
of the soul behind those eyes.
MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips.
Here, I will speak the sadness,
the heartache, and the decaying
for all the unspoken.
Perhaps under this layer of melancholy,
the girl I once kne...