Face In The Mist
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Written by Multitmoney15 4 months ago in Sad Short Stories. 0 Favorites. 606 Views.
Her crys you could here threw the wind. Her face you could see through sorrowing eyes. The eyes see through me like i don't exist. I can no longer see her face lying in the mist. And as if to die a lonesome death. She mourns in the rain for she's just a face in the mist.
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