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by kayla Mar 16, 2005 category : Life, society / other
He whispers in my ear The words flow like a stream, Glistening and beautiful Until the valley screams. As it releases a torrent of darkness It gushes and overflows, Like the blood from my cuts It consumes the innocence all around. Soon the stream will calm But left is the remains Remains of the trauma And reminders of the pain.