Rosalind, with the bedroom of her heart (blackout poetry)

Rosalind, with the bedroom of her heart.

Rosalind, laughing alone among beauty. 

The mirror was laughing at her,

Behind her, looking straight through her. 

Rosalind left and discovered writing.

Dreaming was a good unknown. 

Her eyes shine at her bedroom—

It was meant for an author. 

izz_midnight

NH

15 years old

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