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by Maegan Bravo Oct 6, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Beautiful chaos On this warm Summer's eve. A night like no Other, A killing spree. Look at their faces, So filled with glee. Oh, the irony. I'll sit here, Sipping my tea. While they grieve. I refuse to offer My sleeve. After all, You're too naive. On this, Summer's eve.