The girl was asleep.
Her lips were sweet,
Her nose was perfect,
Her skin was fair,
Her hair was dark,
Her eyes were closed,
And her soul was dead.
I sank her body beneath the sea.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
