Beating at the bars with broken wings
Soaked in the blood of my desparation!
Black, soulless eyes burning, defeated
with the painful knowledge that you're not there.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments1
Quite descriptive and vivid in imagery it tells its story. Nicely done
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