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Red like a rose those crimson eyes.
How brightly they burn.
They bleed, the red tinted liquid falls,
Then they hide from the world,
Behind china lids as they close.

A dark curtain closes around the doll's head.
It tilts forward, broken looking.
His red garments swirling around him,
Tattered and torn.
Trapped in the chaos of his soul,
As he has fallen so far from grace.
Disoriented faces fading into the mist,
Of his forgetful mind.

Someone looks upon this lonely figure,
A small hand puts itself in a cold one.
The doll looks up in bewilderment,
Smile filting across the face.
The person gives him a lighted path,
And the doll stands, his red clothes turn white.
They alight hand in hand,
Leaving behind but a single black feather,
As a reminder of what to forget.


This is Otome's work, but I helped her. I just found it cool, and so put it in here. Nothin big though!
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