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picklegirlygirl
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Autoplay OFF   •   a year ago
I tried to write a poem and I hope you like it

The red metallic fog; thick and sweet as it stands still, hanging by ribbons of moon light

Wind echoing the tortured screams of souls denying to leave their brethren

And in such delight they dance upon their family; stained with the color of their sin as though a blight

Dance and fall, it is the fate of all who wrong others

Hiding in plain sight destroying one another in fright

However as the sun rises so do the fallen to try again

Just this time less are white

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