The world doesn't know her name,
A deaf of her pleading scream, it seemed
Beware, the demons are very fond of her,
For at midnight, they wipe away her fear
The world will not mind if she ever died,
For this single dust cannot stop the tide,
A being whose existence might be an error
But beware, if she dies her demons will bring terror
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RHYMES OF MELANCHOLY
PoetryPOEM COMPILATION *** Under the gaze of the moonlight, The stars asked three people that night, "What will you give in exchange for my light?" The doctor answered, "I'll give you my sight, So you will see the world in someone's eyes." The teacher sai...
