Smoke In Mirrors


Smoke in mirrors, to the sick minded that's clear

Clear as crystal...

The thoughts of ending life with a pistol

Thank God the grim reaper missed her

Understand that the words WE speak can harmoniously bring peace.

Just Like The Sea...

Please, come take a look at me!

The beauty of this life caught inside her eyes.

Look deep within...

She just might let you in!



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