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Sep 2015
the skies are dyed red
for a certain person
the air is filled with dread
for a certain organism

For a certain someone
the clouds are spreading
letting in sunlight
yet still raining

for a certain someone
a child is wearing black
weeping her eyes out
knowing nothing lost

can be brought back
for a certain someone
who never actually grew
for him the skies are dyed red
no longer blue
Escence
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Escence  AMERICA
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