that fail to exist here
It holds bleak deserts full of foolish souls
feeding off each other beneath the scorching sun
The beauty lie in the night sky
the moons rays glittering off the lights of the bluffs
the night watchers patiently waiting for
a peace of mind
Its howling of the rumors that
keep the chaste souls restless
It instills a hideous image of a
blighted future
Its terrifying,
and fear is a parasite in which
I refuse to harbor in heart or mind
xoxo;
Geniece <3
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