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Mystery Girl
- Amelie Frost
- Jan 7, 2018
- 1 min read
Her hair is white as snow
And her clothes as black as pitch
Eyes framed by perfect wings
And boots as heavy as bricks
She's a walking oddity
A shroud of mystery
With a very strange history
That I desperately want to explore
She's a passer by
Another body moving towards an unknown place
A library
A theatre
A familiar face that waits for her with open arms
and a beating heart so full of love
I don't know
I'll never know
She moves on and everything is just so
Just a whisper of my memory
Gone forever.
