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Tis the season to be dying Not too jolly are the lines I'm writing The hymns mimic my weeping soul A tune strung with a broken bow Frail lullabies drenched in sorrow Wilting with the fading greens We inhale clouds of dusty air Cold and fragile as my spine Tingling numbness in my heart Like frost bites from within The finale of an orchestra An epilogue of sorts Wintry hails in my disturbed mind Raining like misfired bullets From a shoddy gun Burning letters into my hands The poetry I craft not pretty Lacking tales of sugarcoated reality Mostly **** and somewhat edgy Infused with truth and too much realitys
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC
Tis the season
Tis the season to be dying Not too jolly are the lines I'm writing The hymns mimic my weeping soul A tune strung with a broken bow Frail lullabies drenched in sorrow Wilting with the fading greens We inhale clouds of dusty air Cold and fragile as my spine Tingling numbness in my heart Like frost bites from within The finale of an orchestra An epilogue of sorts Wintry hails in my disturbed mind Raining like misfired bullets From a shoddy gun Burning letters into my hands The poetry I craft not pretty Lacking tales of sugarcoated reality Mostly **** and somewhat edgy Infused with truth and too much realitys
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Cheshire_Leia
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Cheshire_Leia
26/Two-Spirit
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC
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