by xjennxoxportland, Oregon, USA
Jun 2011 281 Views 2 comments
she was
...a locked door
a rusty razor
a towel stained with red
a folded note on the floor
a broken mirror
a young girl lies dead
their emotions in a tangle
the room begins to swirl
she was mommy's perfect angle
and daddy's little girl...
a rusty razor
a towel stained with red
a folded note on the floor
a broken mirror
a young girl lies dead
their emotions in a tangle
the room begins to swirl
she was mommy's perfect angle
and daddy's little girl...
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Posted: Jun 2011
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