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Oct 2015
You live in colours that don't exist,
Unlike my twilight soul.
Yet we are so familiar
With the inhumane species
That leaves us in wreckages.

Our midnight cries will be sook
By the naΓ―vety of tomorrow's embrace,
And we will be left stranded on the shores
Of our own despair.
Emily Fell
Written by
Emily Fell  England
(England)   
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