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[CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT]

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Simmered light
A golden scar
Runs harsh against her cheek.

Folded dreams
Feed groans asunder
Calling to the weak.

Ties that bind
A sickened heart
Wet silt to feed the cracks.

Falling soft
Across her feet
No hope, no turning back.

 

[RareForm]

very good, I like.

 

[neverwas]

nice i liked this one