There was a crack, it treaded down her right eye and curved around her check; the cracks bleed making smaller ones entwining with flesh.
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One Liners
PoetryPoetry is music, music in retrun saves my thought. ------------------ A collection of one sentence/one line poems that range from hope to death. And everything in between.
38. Broken Fragment
There was a crack, it treaded down her right eye and curved around her check; the cracks bleed making smaller ones entwining with flesh.
