Aug 2015
Red eyes shone in the white,
Talk is now a soul sold.
He's the trick in the light,
A sign of ill winds come.
Pure white I see now grit,
A crest falls a times end.
Talk is now a soul sold.
He's the trick in the light,
A sign of ill winds come.
Pure white I see now grit,
A crest falls a times end.
6 syllables 6 lines 6words and my head hurts
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