4 September 2012

Hollow eyes. Crystal spies.

Dark nights. Vicious fights.

All around is black. One step sends a crack.

There's nothing left to say. What you are is pure dismay.

What you were is hidden deep within. I know not, of what is left of my twin.

By Anna A. (if you like please follow and "like") thanks.

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