In the far stretched universe,
Between galaxies swirling deep,
Oh my lord you fell in love with skins and bones.
For how long could you have been foolish
To define heart and soul by the mortal colors of false beauties.
Yours truly,
Hazel.
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PoetryI don't know what makes a poet, but it probably isn't happiness. All rights reserved © by CallMeDevil- (Hazel R). Cover by MercyWake
