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J.M by ~mpeakaboo657
The StrangerBlonde hair, blue eyes. Pale skin, lush lips. Fierce as a lion, gentle as a mouse. It’s all the same, but I don’t know this person. Once she was full of joy, full of hope, but now she is a boundless fountain of sorrow. I used to look forward spending days with this now unknown stranger. Being around her and listing to her spout knowledge, staring at her never-ending beauty.The Stranger by ~mpeakaboo657
Now, she is skewed. Not even a shadow of what she once was. She has lost the shine in her eyes over the years. When she draws, to the untrained eye they looks as if she has improved and everything seems right, yet I can tell that she puts her soul into her art.
Still DollProtection. Never.Still Doll by ~mpeakaboo657
It’s the young that are hurt.
It’s the young that cry at night.
“My daddy loves me.”
The cry is herd,
Yet no one acts.
One day a limp;
One day she can’t see;
One day she’s gone.
“I never knew.”
Yes they did.
It was know along.
Love. Never.
Now she lays gutter.
No love is shown
It’s not important
Another child lost
Another life ruined
It’s just one child
It’s just one cry.
It’s just one who’s body’s gone dry.
Just another still doll.
Sta.sh
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