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- Only A Person at allpoetry
There’s a cemetery in my mind, I can see my own grave. It’s a cotton-cloud day; Filled by the warmth of an angry sun. - Blown Out Halo at allpoetry
The rooms are filled with lost hope And our days are filled with droplets from the sky - Halos and Hell at allpoetry
A personality split between halos and horns, One, serving in the existence to conceal the other’s form.
