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Cranberry juice spilled around coffee stains on her shirt, motionless her legs emotionless her heart, cold breeze tickled her ear her dog wanting to play, all anxious for her song yet not even a word she would say. Mother called her a thousand times "baby wake up! it's getting late", father with intention to lure, asked "Who will eat this chocolate cake?" But still to no avail while the day grew warmer, her feet went cold, aesthetic was that smile on her face pearly tears from her eyes, they rolled. Into a dream, so alluring and big she ventured far and forgot to come home, she ran afar from here into a nirvana, so snug yet forlorn, The angels welcomed her with songs mother fare-welled with stopped heart and teared face, father sat there frozen and weak her little doll now gone, staring that chocolate cake, whispers all around, blames on god the dog still looking for his friend to chase, who will tell this little puppy now that heaven stole his friend, never will he see her face, now in heaven surely there would be dance I swear but on earth, only dark clouds and tears of blood everywhere. ©phantomzedi
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
Tears of blood
Cranberry juice spilled around coffee stains on her shirt, motionless her legs emotionless her heart, cold breeze tickled her ear her dog wanting to play, all anxious for her song yet not even a word she would say. Mother called her a thousand times "baby wake up! it's getting late", father with intention to lure, asked "Who will eat this chocolate cake?" But still to no avail while the day grew warmer, her feet went cold, aesthetic was that smile on her face pearly tears from her eyes, they rolled. Into a dream, so alluring and big she ventured far and forgot to come home, she ran afar from here into a nirvana, so snug yet forlorn, The angels welcomed her with songs mother fare-welled with stopped heart and teared face, father sat there frozen and weak her little doll now gone, staring that chocolate cake, whispers all around, blames on god the dog still looking for his friend to chase, who will tell this little puppy now that heaven stole his friend, never will he see her face, now in heaven surely there would be dance I swear but on earth, only dark clouds and tears of blood everywhere. ©phantomzedi
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
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