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Oct 2011
Crimson colored dreams,
Tears and thoughts,
Screams and crying out through reality,
How far can I go,
How deep will I fall,
And how much will I be caught,
When the rain is pouring,
The clouds dark grey,
So many die every day,
Sometimes we must escape,
And I will be sharply escaping,
Quick steps from side to side,
Grit my teeth until the wind subsides,
But it comes back in chills,
Frozen distractions,
I will escape, wait a day,
And come back,
When the lights dim down,
Dark.
Written by
Tristan Claude
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