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Thursday, February 11, 2016

The Lonely Crier

She walks alone in her mind waiting for a sign
Something to tell her that they are running out of time
She walks alone in her mind where its dark and bleak
Her red hair blows in the wind and death is what she seeks
She sees the darkness rise and as it grows higher
She begins to wail because she is the lonely crier.

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