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The earth is starting to crack
The clouds are all turning black...
by Milly Hayward
Have I not breathed the very air
that shouted once of freedom shared...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
The coolness of the air penetrates the dirt
It descends deep down into the depths of the earth...
Black are my wings
Dark as the night...
They thought she was delicate
Like a pretty little flower...
Never let the demon
inside you flought away,
you might need
it another day.
I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you.
I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars.