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his death...

-shapeless emotions fall from my eyes
-as i see scarlet life on my hands
-small earthquakes in me never cease
-as the horror movie does reruns in my head
-the echo of his death is as loud as my screams to God
-but a caged tiger is my soul, restless yet bound
-dousing the flame is not enough
-sparks always make it come back, stronger each time
-in the deepest cave is where i am
-no sun or no people... no... peace





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