To The Red Mooon
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The moon with golden hair
colors her curls herself!
reflections of bloody offenses,
up to the clouds she hates.
Guitar strings chime to the ocean,
drop their rhythms... A blue Screen
will suck you into Day's whirlwind.
Dear, appreciate me!
Bu şiiri puanla
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