Boom,
Crash,
Crack,
Red spills on the hard ground.
Leaking around,
Turn diamonds red,
Blood,
Blood of mine.
It didn't kill the beauty,
Yet showed the truth.
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Evil Chair My Story
PoetryFar away in another reality there lives an evil chair. Its dream is to take over everything. There is a girls who's world has been taken over by the chair. These poems will describe her experiences and what she does to survive.
