Changeling
- info2465
- Oct 29, 2015
- 1 min read
She is a guest in this house.
When she is here my eyes turn green and I feel I know who I am.
People admire my beauty and the illuminating calm.
I could pretend that I own her. I could pretend she is me.
But as my eyes turn back to brown, we both know
she is only a guest in this house.
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