Precious Girl

    Have you seen her eyes? Chiseled from saphire, blue. Have you seen them glow, even at love untrue? Have you seen her lips? Born of roses, red. Have you seen them blossom in monochrome autumns we dread? Precious eyes of saphire blue, They could sit on an emperor's crown, But have these eyes... Continue Reading →

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