frozen soul

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blood seeps through,

white satin's now red,

how purity trying to anew,

vulchers' wings bled,


a croaking sound,

a startled cry,

whisper and heart astound,

why is this land so dry?


parched cities,

missing crowded halls,

cold south breeze,

life needs to roll.


"frozen soul"

words by sunshine uy

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