![]() no moreA Poem by A Bohemian Woman![]() short poem![]()
There lies mighty rage
in these innocent hearts, who try to forget the torment, though they weren't those harmed.* The pain still fresh in their minds, the blood stream not yet dried, taken advantage of, horror for trust, in one single quest ''for faith to be crushed''. They'll stand united, if that is what must,* for they remember the names, of those who were lost.
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1 Review Added on April 1, 2020 Last Updated on April 1, 2020 Tags: pain, destruction, trust, broken Author![]() A Bohemian WomanBohemia, Czech RepublicAboutThere's a room in a hotel in New York City, that shares our fate and deserves our pity. I don't want to remember it all, the promises I made if you just hold on. (Twin Skeleton's - FOB) I love .. more..Writing
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