The Enemy Poem by Breanna Always Forgotten

The Enemy



There I was face to face with the enemy. Her eyes look at me with shame pitty and sadness. but when I see her all to familiar face I can't help but recognize her beautiful green eyes and gorgeos smile all to soon I realize I am looking myself in the face....... I am looking at the real enemy.

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