Morn.

Morn.

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx

Sin in the wake
Of an early rise
To pull out the strings
You had soothingly tied.

© 2012 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


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Added on December 22, 2012
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I am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..

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