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Dark Soul

The beauty of a sunset, she had Clothed in burning scarlet velvet Stories of her ghost the silent streets Children feared her, She got razing screams, mental Her hands withered life away Her horse walk drawn men, dead Alive, they laughed her She swallowed their joys, sorrow Black energy muscled her veins, strength Like blood flowing freely Abundance horror, her Queen Enticed eyes, diamonds Her tongue of a viper Dark soul, life sucked

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Date: 12/6/2019 7:24:00 AM
Beryl, you have created a whirlwind of a dark poem. Good for you!
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Beryl A. Ouma
Date: 12/7/2019 9:14:00 AM
Thank you Caren.

Book: Shattered Sighs