this.

Look!
Oh, what a sight.
SomeThing that you are forced to see,
Amidst the light of this place.
I can feel the importence;
It all but shakes me to my core.
It touches be deeply,
I shall move on.

I can practically hear it;
It calls me like a siren,
Wailing in the wind
Of this violent storm.

This

Violent storm called many things
May it be art
Life

Abstract JusTice




Let it be known;
Suffering draws us

as a Golden cage seems eXotic
we May sometimes know This

This

this.
B

Burnt Black Petals

VT

18 years old

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