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Color of Death

These traits I possess, a life with its promises not often kept. A life with its truths somehow implied but never meant. A future I endure alone. I hold it in my hand the anger forever entwined, a black rose tattoo. I know he lied.

These traits I possess a life with its promises its truths denied. A future never ending I endure alone. I hold it in my hand like anger he once showed knowing the promise forever entwined. I look into its eyes the color of death and wonder what he is, what will happen next? I bet you can guess. Never agreed to, eternity forever mine.




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