What Is Not Meant To Be Seen
Purple hearts bloom from
stormy weather, while tailored
souls fall from rain clouds
Psychedelic rage taste as
sweet as cotton candy
While rage is like the
clouded mind of a
Serial Killer
Mended minds
Shattered shadows are cast upon
the darkness of our inner soul
Forming not only what is made to be
seen but what is Forbidden to see.
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