"Poetry" Orange Dusk Blood Dyes

in #poerty7 years ago (edited)

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Orange twilight
Mixed red
It's almost blood

Is there tucked in your sorrow?
All day you throw
All night you cum
And you show off with your love
Which now becomes ash

Is there your wounded there?
That every time you scratch
No matter your steps stumbled

However,
Orange does not always flush
And the sky will not always be decorated with dusk
So does your wound

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You're not going to get hurt
Bleeding
Or indulge in profanity

Because people may be sick of hearing it

Also you're too young
to reward the world,
or God,
with all curses

You've just set your life for two decades
And have not finished learning to read
Especially understand the world

Also, your pain is not comparable
If juxtaposed with Earth lara
That is often betrayed
And urinated