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Oct 2016 · 242
day/night/again
lilac Oct 2016
The flowers flicker in the night,
The trees sing a melodic song in the forest,
And you are a threat in the woods of sweet sorrow.

Your dress is singed,
Your hair burns bright,
The ashes fall out of your eyes
As your cry yourself to sleep.

When the day arrives
Your eyes are ice,
Tears are solid and cold
And your hair soaking with
Freezing, iced water.

— The End —