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Jul 2020
This place has a red sky
The air is bone dry
And there's no one nearby

I found a cursed bird who couldn't fly
His wings broken by a passer by
He sang a lullaby, a war cry
A warning of an evil eye

I heard a piercing outcry
A familiar sound I've come by
Yet, I could not identify

I chased the cry
Along the horizon of the sky
Until the sound began to intensify
At an old house I had come by,
A place I dare not glorify

And there, I found the guy
My blood began to solidify
Because it was I,
The evil eye!
TreyOctober
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TreyOctober  25/F/PA
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