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33 lines
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rugxa kresto
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2016-08-08
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wandering across the blank expanses
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it's midnight, illuminated by faint glows
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am I somebody's guardian angel
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or the devil
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standing at the gateway to happiness?
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I've seen enough scars to last a lifetime
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scarlet and crimson flowing into a sink
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I would shriek for the sources to stop, to save themselves
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but they've dug a hole and drowned themselves in
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where are your parents?
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I'd like to pass them a little letter
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"your daughter is in a dark place right now
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and needs not the falsely validating lure of a faceless crowd
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but the love of those she's grown up around"
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blame is a hard thing to pinpoint here
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do I blame the supposed victim for caressing
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the poisonous grip of little red hearts
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or the parents, oversight failing tremendously
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this is your flower, your garden wilting
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where’s water when you need it?
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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