The red gated community
sits idle, w/an unhindered title
The creatures are spectators of the seasonal phenomenons,
Leaves expend their death-green souls
Their corpses cringing w/the bitter
wind exhausting its skeleton breath over
the landscape.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
The red gated community
sits idle, w/an unhindered title
The creatures are spectators of the seasonal phenomenons,
Leaves expend their death-green souls
Their corpses cringing w/the bitter
wind exhausting its skeleton breath over
the landscape.
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