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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

"Cry Collective"

By Arcassin Burnham

With your hair through the air,
when your soul is to spare,
I cry,
Honest ways through the trees,
When you just wanna be free,
I cry,
My initials flow through your head,
Don't want to let you know that I'm dead,
I cry,
Sadness sucks a lot even in high contrast,
You can not overcome or surpass,
You cry.

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