ALEX ANTALLY
WRITER
She was a simple girl
made out of words
and wounds
impossible to heal.
A storm she was,
she poured for days-
heavy rain
that killed the flame.
Her hazel eyes
tired of lies,
will always remember
late December.
- Alex Antally 🌸
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