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Graciously smooth, Light to the touch Ambiguous marks Sizzling with spice!

Memories are draining The nightly shadows Rocks made of ashes Hope seems demolished Sliver meat hooks Dripping with bones; Bone of the living, the living souls Tarnished finished Swords for play There aren't any fights Only turmoil with rage Fiery gates Stripping away Bloody and brown Instead of red Normally fresh, fresh as one Being hung But not for death Not with ropes Instead with brassy chains Chains of sports To linger around Hallucinating laughs But only seeing tears Daggers in sight... (continue reading)

Some say roses are red And violets are blue While others remember Those Green thorns that can %#&@$!le against us Leaving a drizzling Not of warmth nor of comfort Instead pain As it slowly turns black as ash Whether it's the truth Or the lie No one knows But always remember roses and violets Aren't always in the colors of the eyes