There stood a framed photograph, and both were beautiful at first glance, but look again into the dark eyes that gazed so directly at her.
A woman fully aware of her power to mesmerize, yet unaware of her loss to the devil.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
