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Sharp edge curved Is that blood or rust covering my blade? Chopping limbs left and right I don’t think I can stop this night. Blue black..

I can't help but stare At her lovely longpink hair Oh wait, that's a guy

As time moves in fives We sit and wonder about Our empty stomachs

Again we have failed Under the circumstances We were never right

Paper leaves fall slow To the roots of a large tree Awaiting its sleep

The sun smiles upon me granting its warmth. The moon protects me guiding my path with light. The breeze embraces me as it whistles in my ears..

A blanket of smog and smoldering acid rain lit the city sky a bleak and meaningless gray. It made her sick to her stomach. Will theyever fin..