Reflecting image of a girl,
Stalking her shadow.
Painting a moral of graffiti,
Counting the bones.
Watching her life over turned.
Drifting like tide at sunset.
A sprinkle of TNT,
Destroying it's target at dawn.
Drum line of praise,
Beating hearts of regret.
Trapped by the past,
Doubtful of the future.
Praying souls through the glass,
Two-sided scenery of hope.
Taping away,
Waiting for the first crack.
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