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Ballad Of Rosebuds And Blood

it's raining from the heart of night
and sandtimer has lost the trace
of hours, minutes and seconds..

mankind is now melting in the stream
as misty circles cover the sights
of passionless desires, hate..

all ghosts turned to nocturnal queens
when the magic fullmoon is gone

of eyeless slaves, voiceless..
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Monday, February 21, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: death,departure,mourning
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Edward Kofi Louis 15 March 2016

Trace, race! The magic fullmoon is gone. Nice piece of work.

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