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Jan 2019
Rain falls in the ocean of tears.
Lightning sticks
One the wastelands.
charred trees
withered flowers.
Demons’ screams echo in the wind.
Dried up riverbeds
once flowed with blood.
Soundless crying from a torn up soul.
Black clouds and roll in,
now just a nightmarish space.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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