Him
Mirrors Burst in the brightness of his Laugh, His face was shining like a Crystal under his Endless tears, flowing down his Cheeks like a River, the porcelain skin of his and the full pink lips hiding the dark, His crystal white teeths covered in blood, in front of him a dead body, slightly lighted by the Moonlight.
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