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Oily Fingers

 
Crimson Roses fall like rain

Swimming in a sea of darkness

Wilting into a pool of black ink

Flowing for the demons to drink

Souls of the damned reach out with oily fingers

Trying to grasp onto slippery stones and failing

Only to tumble further down deeper into despair

Written by NyteShade (Belle)
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