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Apr 2014
I stand alone,
Under the eye of the Ebony storm.
Creating what was once beautiful.
Now humiliated.

Cries of the innocence,
Fade into the dark.
As the Storm increases in fury.

My wings spread,
I soar high.
Soaking every feather,
Every tear.
Every Lie.

No scars shalt come.
Only time will tell.
I stand as a lone wolf, broken from the family of feud.
Red Bergan
Written by
Red Bergan  24/F/Anderson, SC USA
(24/F/Anderson, SC USA)   
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