Go open the door
outside there is laughter, running feet on the dry grass
Three children, hidden secrets beneath those smiles
Or perhaps you see the sea rising up, devouring anything in its way
Or maybe you can see a small girl
Her eyes emptry, her heart cold stone
She moves among people like a ghost
by Sara Montgomery
outside there is laughter, running feet on the dry grass
Three children, hidden secrets beneath those smiles
Or perhaps you see the sea rising up, devouring anything in its way
Or maybe you can see a small girl
Her eyes emptry, her heart cold stone
She moves among people like a ghost
by Sara Montgomery
Iiiinteresting.
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