In a world full of lies and darkness tis there be truth to the look of a glass eye to whom belongs a porcelain like girl; who lays besides a wall next to a window?
To whom I think not, it is not whether she is alive or yet merely dead but yet it lies purely with in her eyes
...her glass eyes
the glass eyes that foretell anything and everything possible within her peaceful awake
but he aware some say that her ghost was locked away within herself in those very eyes thy look soon for now and for never more!
-I hope you guys liked my poem! ^-^/
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