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MOTHER'S WRATH

Leaves like dying butterflies.

Falling slow,to color worlds.


Clouds move over daylight moon.

Destructive winds,from laughing storms.


Mother may I murder thee?

For all the times you've murdered me?


I'm still staring at the sky,

with these three jaded eyes of mine.
Written by jaspersilence
Published | Edited 19th Nov 2013
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