Red eyes, white hair, yet her face is so long.
Her composure is calm with no distress,
But I wonder who or what did her wrong.
Her past a fable, her present a mess.
And yet she speaks not of her fears today.
The more she goes on, she speaks less and less.
But we all know better, she's not okay.
So lie, lie, lie about your complex thoughts
Continue down the path of painful ways.
One day my dear you will trip and be caught,
Your friends will be there keeping you strong.
Your pain will leave, leaving your fears for naught.
My dearest child with deep blood red eyes.
Your so queer, wrapping yourself in those lies.
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Why do all my poems and stories for English always involve Reiko.
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Kyuuketsuki Reiko
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