Prized Possession |
| by Autumn Ysassi |
A man walked in a valley,
A valley so green it shimmered like emeralds,
Like the emeralds he saw in her eyes,
The eyes that saw through to his soul,
His tortured soul that saw an end,
An end to everything that he knows
Because he knows nothing without her,
His beautiful, prized possession.
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