Outcast not BitterA Poem by Violet's RunThe absence of your irritating smile. The truancy of your laugh.. The reason you are suspended from my classes was that you seemed to judge too fast. Had me on the ropes, unwilling to dive right into the war Following the colors of green and blue... The wildiest things have surfaced who knew. You maintain no false illusions or cheer. You heap coals of sarcasm on my head Let midnight mass bells chime away I wont be there I have ran today.. In the end I will be glad i was there.. To see an exotic Vampire dome empire
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Added on December 30, 2016 Last Updated on December 30, 2016 AuthorViolet's Runsan joaquin valley, CAAboutMy grandmother was Violet. I share her name I am Susan Violet.. But she was the strongest most beautiful woman I have met. For some reason when I started writing again I had this image of her telling .. more..Writing
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