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Feb 2013
She was my star
Couldn't stop screaming for the lights
I saw a man who only knew red
She's shades of pink
Loves soft blush
I prayed he go back to gray
A backpack, little girl and stairs
What did I do?
What crime called for death?
She came in like courage
I can't see gray
The pink I could of been broken
Something spilled within
A dash of resent
Can't let it go,
I don't wanna get swallowed in it,
I'm red,
The most common shade for revenge.
I'm probably not done with it, because it may or may not be me but somethings off or missing.
Tabitha Thomas
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Tabitha Thomas  United States
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   Donna Barron
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