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When I left,
they took the pieces I tilled,
Pulled the ground of the gold I laid.
When I returned, I drove them out,
Burning it all,
In a blazing summer that will not fade.
My thoughts of life through high school.
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November
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- Bleeding cuts.
- Free as a bird.
- cold.
- Broken Hearts.
- Nothing.
- Tactics.
- Conflict.
- 500 yards. 1 round.
- Mine but not mine.
- Lies.
- Nada.
- Single round.
- Tears from blue.
- Running on Faith.
- Too full.
- Light at the barrel.
- Clear needle.
- Running on air.
- Red.
- More than it needs to be.
- Yay?
- Red line.
- Test.
- Land of the red sun.
- Running into fire.
- Gold.
- Never.
- What?
- Another heaven.
- Death, Death, Death.
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November
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Point of Impact...
- Derek Wong
- Alameda, California, United States
- Welcome to my corner. Enjoy your stay.
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