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Feb 2017
A moving ridge,
The quiet of the night
With sizzling winds,
Whispering hollos from an inferno

Boiling skin,
Molten nails
Flaring silhouettes
Of skulls with red eyes

The friends in my head,
Crouching in a corner,
The blood on my hands
Another soul, to be saved
kayanja ronald edwin
Written by
kayanja ronald edwin  25/M
   M Harris and Jamadhi Verse
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