Departing
underneath the black river green eyes stare felsh faded, white was she ever really here? she could feel she was real the wind always caught up she faded away no one remebered but what if someone had noticed? too late death has claimed its prize a single red rose placed contrasts milky skin those eyes would never laugh the lips crack, turn grey like a shadow she departs so this one i just wrote based on poetry of myself..
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