Smile
By Barbii
across the way, he held a smile, one that could last for miles. Extending a hand, one that meant to help me land my feet upon the ground. Yet, as I reached out, he took my life, with the beautiful shiny knife. Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 07:16 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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