Dark and gloomy its beauty is innocent, even more so when rain drops are kissing it, the moon light climbed down and stuck to every limb it hit, the one that tried to hide was struck like a deer from a misguided bullet, I lie in the grass until lies become sin again, to gaze at this slump and its beautiful innocence.
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Author:
Dewayne Tucker (
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