Red waterfalls

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A distant wasteland filled with waterfalls
made of people

Nothing grows there but the bones
from broken ones

I watch her as she descends to come to the aid of 
a man undeserving

The chains I wrapped around my neck
hold me back

From telling her future
shaped in past

All those red waterfalls come crashing down
on people

people hurt people
a weird thought to me


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