Tis a crimson night the skies burning embers cast a deadly gaze upon these fields of mine. I sit there my eyes fleeting flying across the deadly and painful fields of my demise. And i look there to these crimson skies a bloody tear falling from my eyes. As i collide with the magenta grounds my being fades and frowns as i pass on to this fading ground where i slumber till these skies ooze their ensanguined essence's again.
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Wannabe poem words.
I well try to make stuff that sounds like poems other than that who the ******** cares.
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