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Jun 2017
With lingering scars
and dead-end hearts,
the sky was painted red.

This dreamer sought
ultraviolence without
a second thought.

These pavements are
not the same as before...

Neither is the place
I call home anymore...

This dreamer
with those familiar scars
and deserted heart
stands under the blood moon
******* on a cherry
like a little cherry bomb.
I had themes of "A Clockwork Orange" rolling through my mind these days and couldn't get Malcolm Mcdowell's narration from the movie out of my head.
MidnaEspe
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MidnaEspe  21/F/Washington
(21/F/Washington)   
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