Lost a friend
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Her world held together with a string
Rather our world,
As we sit twenty across and forty back
Red bows in our hair,
We mourn.
Her world was masked by red lip-stick
Face covered the tears
Acid rain
Crawling through your twisted veins
Stealing the eyes that used to see
The other side.
Now I've tried
I've opened my mind
To an endless possibility
