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A wisp of crimson, And a scream. What is enough, To that traitorous being? 32 people, Bruised and hurt, Return to their refugees, But to no avail. Soon windows shatter, Then shards flutter. Then comes the scream. A wisp of crimson, And a scream. “Shhh, Go To Sleep.”
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Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
Go to Sleep
A wisp of crimson, And a scream. What is enough, To that traitorous being? 32 people, Bruised and hurt, Return to their refugees, But to no avail. Soon windows shatter, Then shards flutter. Then comes the scream. A wisp of crimson, And a scream. “Shhh, Go To Sleep.”
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Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
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