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She's walking on fire
Bestowing everyone
With her icy glare.
When she opens her mouth
Blazing flames are spoken.
So watch out for every glow
And beware.
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Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
