An ever-changing image
- aterrell0512
- Apr 4, 2022
- 1 min read
She was glowing.
She was sure.
She was happy.
She was pure.
She was embraced.
She was touched.
She was erased.
She was considered too much.
She was asleep.
She was gone.
She was weeping.
She was alone.
She was the lyrics to the wrong song
all because she thought her melody would go along.
Alexis Terrell
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