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Bright blue eyes
Turned to grey
The light it shines bright
But the colors fade
I pray I find my way
In this cold cruel type of education
Grief -
1.) A failure of language
2.) The grasping for language
The anger rages
Such an ungentle mourning
In my very being
Forges a fire inside of me
© Lizzy MorningStar
The light it shines bright
But the colors fade
I pray I find my way
In this cold cruel type of education
Grief -
1.) A failure of language
2.) The grasping for language
The anger rages
Such an ungentle mourning
In my very being
Forges a fire inside of me
© Lizzy MorningStar
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