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Unheard my scream dances in the air. Forseen my actions were, cruel to you, my people, seems the portrait I have painted. Unseen my creation lies in the rubble with the earth destroyed. My heart to dread toyed with my mind. Stare dies at the portrait I have painted. Unloved, sitting by the window I await further notice. Reflection that malice has beaten to sow the sadness into the portrait I have painted.
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Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
The portrait I have painted
Unheard my scream dances in the air. Forseen my actions were, cruel to you, my people, seems the portrait I have painted. Unseen my creation lies in the rubble with the earth destroyed. My heart to dread toyed with my mind. Stare dies at the portrait I have painted. Unloved, sitting by the window I await further notice. Reflection that malice has beaten to sow the sadness into the portrait I have painted.
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Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
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