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Nov 2018
Across the air rang like a choir,
Screaming out, "please ceasefire!"

My enemies my death conspire,
Hunting as with wolflike desire,

Each soul appears not but a liar,
Flesh torn, ripped on barbed wire,

Lust a blood like burning fire,
Swept away with ashes prior,

Kindling under darkest desire,
Shadowed street hunts supplier,

Skeletal corpses crawl to acquire,
Trading of souls given and buyer,

Needing a fix goes higher, higher,
Laced with delusions do transpire,

Beautiful psychosis of thorny brier,
Taken ahold discarded shier,

Memories faded in treaded tire,
Eyes glare don't dare to enquire,

Undoubtedly lost in death retire.
It's a different kind of world out there in the city streets at night. Desperation of addictions and an unknown kind of darkness.
Nadia DeLevea
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Nadia DeLevea  24/F/The Land of Lost Souls
(24/F/The Land of Lost Souls)   
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