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Crack
Cracked open, by a long shot
We could all hear the sound cacophony
From little crinkles to big cascades of rock
Once solid, now covered in blood
A little, warm stream flowing down her Ribcage which was to turn into multiples
Then become cold in the wind blows
Her bruised skin looking like a painting
Her silence stirred up air but it was still not
Pending strong enough for you to notice
Static fell over hills and roads
Dust filled up her bones
Her heart was racing
Couldn't stop
You're blind
Not right
Out
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We could all hear the sound cacophony
From little crinkles to big cascades of rock
Once solid, now covered in blood
A little, warm stream flowing down her Ribcage which was to turn into multiples
Then become cold in the wind blows
Her bruised skin looking like a painting
Her silence stirred up air but it was still not
Pending strong enough for you to notice
Static fell over hills and roads
Dust filled up her bones
Her heart was racing
Couldn't stop
You're blind
Not right
Out
© All Rights Reserved
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