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Cadence Patterson
Poems
Dec 2020
Leisure
The moon shines bright
The wind howls emptiness
The sound of leaves rustling
A man standing, staring at the sky
His throat hurts, screaming his heart out
His pain never heard
A gun resting in his hand
Nothing can be heard but a single soothing voice
"It's time to come home, my son"
*Bang
youre loved <3
#poem
#sadness
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Cadence Patterson
18/M
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