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Michaela
Poems
May 2015
Untitled
The wind bites into my skin.
But that dark train's just headed for more darkness.
And he smiles that menacing grin,
littered with broken promises.
The stars have disappeared,
Fallen out of their sockets now.
It was a trick, I had never won.
It was a game, I could never win.
And the devil softly calls me back,
Calls me back to him.
Very loosely based on a song I heard once.
#promises
#broken
#stars
#smile
#darkness
#trick
#game
#wind
#train
#menacing
Written by
Michaela
25/F/California
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