28 June 2012
Beauty was her first name, that's all she gave me, that and the number left on a napkin written next to brick red lips, blinded by the way she walked with her hair bouncing in movement with her steps, I was stuck, get up, run, run and catch that woman before its too late, out the door and into the street i went chasing nothing, a dark shadow., where did my beauty go and why did I allow her to leave
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Beauty • Opuss № I