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Date Added: May 08, 2017 20:05:33 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Category: Inspirational Add To Favorites | Formatted Version
On The Edge
I recognized the vitriol. 
There was blood on your hands. 
The invisible was burning in dark. 

This was the black moon 
and this was the alienation. 
An animal climbs on your shoulders. 

It goes on and on. 
Was it the night to undress 
and show your wounds to dreams? 

The lake has left the shores - 
and flesh eats grass 
in absence of cold truth. 

I meet the moans of quaking 
stars.petals know the music 
of death in fragrance.
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