The Wraith

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He is a shadow, among us all
Holding our sins,bound to forgive
Cloud ni9e as a blessing, a tear of joy
A dance of rain and a boom like tempest
The measage he sends is a blooming flower
red roses and blosems, everlasting beuty
listen to his words and never give up
It is not worth ignoring, trash nor air
The wraith is a shadow, among us all
attatched to every one of us
watching, observing...





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