She's a skinny girl
Standing in the corner
Black dress and long earrings
And a cold look in the eyes
Her lips are slowly moving
She has something to say
I try to listen closer
"where's the ricin, there's no reason to stay"
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Up The Hills
PoetryA collection of random works by me. (more like a collection of thaughts) feel free to comment entered wattys 2017 cause I'm bloody naive :)
