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Xenon Cry

Xenon cry, reverberator night It's either wounded near death Or calling out, the blurred lines Between hurt and lonesomeness Why it felt so cold Like the world face, turning to its fate? Where the ominous black pulls back its shaw Showing us where we will all end up Like the xenon crying out in a reverberating night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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