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Jul 2016
Everlasting pain
flows in her dead veins.
Sadness drives insane.
Blows her mind away.
Solitude and tears,
***** ******* fear.
She’s a walking dead.
Geniously mad.
Always tries to ****
what’s inside her head.
And again she fails,
coming back to hell.
No one ever hears
any cranky yell.
Desperately flies,
incessantly falls.
Proudly memorized.
Innocently lost.
Wayward Dreamer
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Wayward Dreamer
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