Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes
May my whispers
Find their path
Along the way...
Failed lips neglect
To deliver them
Lost in what to say...
They sway down
Towards the earth
Hidden beneath
The rustling leaves...
Each sigh
Each cry
Stifled below
Thousands of plea's...
-Madamchryzl-
Powerful.
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