I always miss her as she strolls through the hollows of my scattered mind. A pale ghost with a tattered, flowing dress. Faceless. Adorned with dark sadness. Ornate grief painted as her background, as by some demented ghoulish artist. My dreams shattered by the dawn, I awaken to the vacant and stagnate reality that is pure emptiness without her on yet another cold day...
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1 comment:
Beautiful.
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