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Sep 2019
Dripping skies, cold as ice
The trees of silver, roads alike
The world is clean and bright as stars
Blood washed away, we see but scars

Tears untouched, lost in love
Heartbreak before the morning dove
In darkness rain falls from her eyes
It heals her wounds so she might fly
I was thinking... though I guess perhaps that's already dangerous enough.
Written by
Cassia  Desert Wastelands
(Desert Wastelands)   
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