Salvador Structured Poem

Evalyn with the heart the color of midnight,
Evalyn of the broken smile and broken heart.
Evalyn whose essence the boy has to ignore,
is a girl who is all alone,
walks along some where in that horrible place
where homes are the color of death,
hides behind her safe wood door way,
shivers in the freezing cold away, picks up a pen,
writes a poem pain, feeds the page verbs and
nouns from a painful place in the screaming hole of her mind.

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