Breaking
I'm hidden behind glassy eyes
Shattered
Eyes that are mine no longer
Distasteful
Orbs of lacquered impurity that stain the concrete now
Foolish
To ever think that I could lay such impure orbs
Beauty
Upon one such as you
I don't want critical comments. I don't care if my grammar is off, or my spelling. I don't even care wether or not you like it. Just read it.
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This was nice. I like the tone of the write and what it's about and how you use words to describe the sentence that follows. Nicely done.

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