𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭
𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭
Thunderstorm; the doom,
The Sun and the Moon -
Cramped blooms
Hurricanes and typhoons.
Grey. Black. Red.
Dearly dead
The bullets
Pierce through, attack.
The wind of melancholy
Thrust her back
More hollow than the birds,
She perches.
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