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I paint sunsets on walls To cover the blood of old And tiny handprints. Forward a day And the sunset outside Rises up and the radiance is beautiful A natural embrace. For me, The darkness has not faded It is there, embedded in my head, Covering the dreams that had light. And he left, Disgraced and demoralized by his actions, He spoke in his nightmares Screaming too, About the past and demons. My heart had been shaken By alarming instances When the shades were pulled shut And the blood rushed to my head. I was down on my luck Penniless and scorned by society Outnumbered by tainted people. Those days are still instilled in me Snapshots of misery.
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
I Paint Sunsets On Walls.
I paint sunsets on walls To cover the blood of old And tiny handprints. Forward a day And the sunset outside Rises up and the radiance is beautiful A natural embrace. For me, The darkness has not faded It is there, embedded in my head, Covering the dreams that had light. And he left, Disgraced and demoralized by his actions, He spoke in his nightmares Screaming too, About the past and demons. My heart had been shaken By alarming instances When the shades were pulled shut And the blood rushed to my head. I was down on my luck Penniless and scorned by society Outnumbered by tainted people. Those days are still instilled in me Snapshots of misery.
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mark-mcconville
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
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