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Poetry
Я решила не плодить кучу тредов а ограничится тремя
![]() Ballad for Connor Once upon a time A boy was born from dust He was fed up with crime He had no one to trust He tried to trust in mirrors But they distort his face He broke them in tears Then put all bits in place Reflection just got worse - Love turned to dream Gift turned to curse Song turned to scream Mirrors won - Boy’s face was now void All what he felt was scorn Coz only lie was solid. Mirrors shattered - And opened his vein You think that mattered? His life was now bein. Once upon a time A boy was raised in lie He’s now playing mime – He couldn’t even die… Fred I am a vanilla girl Playing a clever doll But if you decided to fall Just gimme a call I’ll push you on to the best moll To fall I am an apple pie I can so easily cry I can’t harm a fly But if I want you to die Don’t waste time for asking why Just die! Dru *Black sky...It wants a little warmy me...* Blood dried to black Swallowed by sky World came to rack Why didn't i? Did he save me from? Why turned me in? I lost the form I'm pure sin Can sin be lonely? Feel pain a lot? My blood is foamy Brain in rot I'm full of darkness But see the stars Feel their sharpness It makes me fuss... Lilah to Wes That's smell of freedom, It reeks of blood a bit, but hey! Tried the forbidden - Now have to pay. So, just use that axe. And all that saving souls thing… We had great sex. The rest of…It just did sting. Oh, don't be sorry, Lover, and don't much gloom It's really no worry It's just my doom. Счастливо,
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The moth don't care if the flame is real Cuz moth and flame got a sweetheart deal |
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