"Move Baby Move Baby I'm in love."
God had created a person so beautiful to everyone's eyes that he had to give her a disease.
Her beautiful golden eyes clouded with anger and turmoil.
Her skin was tainted with a fierce rash that controls her body and chapped lips so broken she bleeds.
She was so beautiful, God had to break her.
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Poetryearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤
