
poem collection. 03: the dying.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 3 - Words: 507 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 03-21-09 - Published: 07-01-08 - id: 2539401
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the w i d o w e r
White haze
Clings to the surface,
Dusting the soles of her feet,
As the crook of her lips twitch upward into a smile.
Her lithe form reflects in full image
Off the film of water,
But his eyes stubbornly refuse to meet hers.
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I don't believe in
(Loving, beautiful, glowing, smiling)
Ghosts
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-Only angels.
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