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Jan 2010
i always thought that this meant something more,
something with meaning i couldnt ignore,
the hearts unfold,
meanings erode,
skin withered away,
our souls left to stay,
lost in a fire,
our lives on a single wire,
loveless,
dancing in a gruesome fight,
crosses turned,
people to be burned,
as the people cry,
they know its time to die,
for the grim reaper
is the soul keeper.
Written by
Chloe Landrum
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