the scene was bloody,
a mystery uncovered.
for the truth was weaved
into the lies
of what we called rebound.
to the murderers who went undiscovered
and the cowards
who failed to stutter.
we were all at fault,
yet we were all not.
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It's a combined account between me and a friend and there is a story we are writing called All Faults! This poem is based off of it!
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To The World
Poesía"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
