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- CAZ
- Oct 19, 2017
- 1 min read
Poetry for those
who have died. A
silent song for the trapped
souls who cry. Emotional
portrayal for all the angels
who have never flown.
Descriptive sarcasm
for those who
know not pain
but do not cease
to inflict it.
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