She moved like a dying ghost.
Her colors faded and gone.
Beautiful eyes, kaleidoscope eyes
Left behind in the white
And red
She drifts through halls
Corridors
Alleys
Never a sound
Never a word
Who knew she'd be the one
Delicate
Fragile
Ancient
As if to
Disintegrate
At human touch
Beautiful
Infinite.
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Teen FictionShe moved like a dying ghost. Her colors faded and gone. Beautiful eyes, kaleidoscope eyes Left behind in the white And red She drifts through halls Corridors Alleys Never a sound Never a word Who knew she'd be the one Delicate Fragile Ancient As...
