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Redredred

On the soft ground
Lies the white child
Her eyes read from tears
And her petite hands
Reaching
For the grace that could
Save her
From the path
That is quickly
Coming
Towards her
Desperate
Her hands reach
But salvation
Does not come
As the red moon
Smiles cruelly
Down at her misfortune





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