Raeven Maclennan Poems

In the Desert dust, we walk a winding track,

but never set foot on land.
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If by chance you stumble by,
My empty grave, where I should lie.
Take no heed, for I still breathe,
Under a summer sky.
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back in the yesterday, I was dancing there,
With hands gripped tight and a jet black stare.
At the teary green eyes, and the flowing red hair,
My rage was my curse, and my childhood, my fear.
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