we can only see the blood of our friends.
Our enemy
with them we can't make amends.
can't you know
we walk a road
all alone far from home.
a sharp blade crystallized in the shinning sun is no more than a young soul done.
we're all the same
all sent here to suffer.
to wait
to rot
to live
to smile
to cry
to die
°CJ°
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Rose Thorn
PoetryPoems from the past present and future by Julien and Cj. We had an old book about 2 years age called "Rose Thorn" that was tragically deleted called and we were lucky enough to find the deleted poems. So this is going to be the reuploaded version wi...
