Magic is something you make.
Sonntag, 11. Dezember 2011
She's broken.
I locked a door, a rusty razor, a towel stained with red. A folded note, a broken mirror, and young girl lays there dead. Their emotions tangle, the room begins the swirl. She was Mommy's perfect angel, and Daddy's little girl.
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