
I look softly brushing away
became your weakest asset.
whitened clouds trapped within the
![]() I look softly brushing away soft molecules as tears become soft rain. I flutter captured within a latitude higher then the naked eye. Heated words of scarlet red brought on by your indiscretion left haunting scars across my soul where our tomorrows used to dwell. And a life so promising was left shattered because your thirst for self satisfaction became your weakest asset. Confused and reckless thoughts brought acceleration into a wall of twisted metal. Leaving me hovering in the abyss of whitened clouds trapped within the human word of purgatory. Author notesFirst of all picture credit.image credit: http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/353/9/a/melody_for_angels_by_greenfeed.jpg A contest entry
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