Her soul was black.
Her skin was white.
She was an unsketched masterpiece.
A piece too good for the world.
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My One and Only
PoetryNope! Sorry to break it to you all but no, this is not a story. In fact this is a book of poem. well, no promises but i think it will be readable (ya know). This is my first one and i hope you bitches and bastards, ladies and gentlemen, men and wome...
Masterpiece
Her soul was black.
Her skin was white.
She was an unsketched masterpiece.
A piece too good for the world.
