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Memories

Poetry

For when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...

Red bow

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by Santchird

by Santchird

Red bow, black hair

With a pencil in hand

Feet thrown in the air

She longed to be free

But free is hard to be

Red bow, black hair

Fighting for a chance

To follow her dreams

But it's cold outside,

And it's hard to see

Red bow, black hair

A fighter to the end

She vows to not give up

Red red, red I'll be

For a chance to be free