the girl from the art class,
she's here again.
she says she wants to be
my best friend.— just like sadness, even hope doesn't seem to end.
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brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
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the girl from the art class,
she's here again.
she says she wants to be
my best friend.— just like sadness, even hope doesn't seem to end.