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Apr 2015
The walls of this room looks filthy -

Desire falls on the lap of thirteen;
While howling travels across the air.

(No arrows are left to spare.)

The war has ended in malice --
and now jurisdiction has sectioned off solace.
A mad man runs havoc on the streets.

(So Let me say.)

How....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh...Here.

(Continue the curtain which covers our mistakes.)

Please give us that eternal bliss--
Or allow me to shake it off.
Terrible lies inflict a giant loss.

(So I must repeat to say.)

How....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh right here.

Please show some mercy, amongst all the heartache.
Even all the stars ache.
Planets have eroded.
Plants have all of sudden folded.

(Please allow me to say this!)

So how....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh right here.

Please have some mercy!
Kayden Fittini
Written by
Kayden Fittini  London
(London)   
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