[Canyon Wisk]

Oldish. But I still like it.

Her eyes like a dark canyon wisk.

No one understand all her risks.

With her life of adventure he mind would never rejuvinate.

Her beauty and worth, makes her the one they hate.

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Her personality of misunderstanding, now a gray mist.

No one tried to stop the blood comming out of her wrists.

But thosse dark tears, that fall form her eyes.

Washed away her tough and clever disquise.

Author's Note

Tell my if I mis-spelled anything.