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Eternal Writings
White dress stained with blood
From he who shot your gun.
Tried to keep you locked,
Before his life begun.
Spellbinding stare from
Eyes of a millionaire.
As smoke fills up rooms,
We sink into despair.
Thrown off into sea,
Skies and stars follow down.
A bullet punctures
Our diamond plans, for now.
Sing for me once more,
Use my voice to climb high.
Clouds may stop your fall
But won't help you to fly.
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Writing Muse
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