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![]() Her Peer Clouds yield to darkness It's over now... Opaque ripples massage the moon To homage the horror below Her dress a canvas Imbue carnage shrieks She remembers their eyes Confused She remembers their Thrash-carved Flesh She remembers them asking Why? She still Wears her Smile A winged shadow of nature waits Receptive... She tells events Not confessions Exposing No motive Reason or cause: They were my friends We played games All day Talked all night Even the boys Were nice I kissed One behind Cabin number four. Each counselor Was a friend Trees lean towards safety Blanch... Her eyes calm Hesitant hue Reflects an elegant Normalcy. Conscious Bloody actions Stain her clothes Without moral Concern Done with her Own hands In nature's awe A little girl Simply Waits "`Endless Night Dark Poetry Contest"
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