Must I deal with your feet?
Make scars from the scars on your toes?
The coals you walked were hot?
So why'd you become so cold?
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Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
Coals
Must I deal with your feet?
Make scars from the scars on your toes?
The coals you walked were hot?
So why'd you become so cold?
