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Apr 2014
There is a whisper only she can hear,
A dark world she keeps going back to
Dragon tribes,with dragon people
Breathe smoke and fire
Soot stained lungs and ****** rivers
She goes by the sleeping forests
Where at night, the voices sing
They say if the voices in your head match the ones outside
The 'Silence' is restored
A shadowy spell
Which in turn restores the balance of the wintery lands
And cause the Blood filled rivers to divert themselves
And mix their water with the alcoholic rain.
Once you go to the tree of delusion
It's fruits,more addictive than manna dew
She says they are drugs to her soul
And after spending a day or two
Or maybe a year
She returns to our world
Just to slip back again
Shalini Ray
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