Violent Violet Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Violent Violet



There's not many people in,
what I buy, share,
for who are the people,
- I do not not know.
In the day where we cry,
always lacking of reasons,
and not why
and where the maple cries a
tear.
Violent violet,
always here,
go go go, Violent Violent,
always here,
where we cry,
we don't know.

Don't be near,
don't be far, always in a story.

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