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Rated: E · Poetry · None · #1460558

Crazy ladies and the such...

She comes out from her pastel existence
braids and rags fringed, mad
she screams her unseen terrors.
    the softened youth have tangled their golden branches
    in the Grey!
She shrieks and looks at me through the crowded streets.
Yet I keep walking by...


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StormyLady's Contest
using the words: pastel braids youth soft tangled gold grey branches
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