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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.
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.
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