White beds

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Up on the horse, full of remorse. 

Kill then with kindness, God bless. 

Fithy wardrobe, can we crack this code. 

Seeing it is summer, to the drummer. 

The beat is dead, ask me to forget. 

Where we come from, this is awesome. 

What has been done, they wish it gone. 

To learn from mistakes, dancing on skates. 

Burden of memory, remember the melody. 

Fight for a new dawn, smile as I yawn. 

Tell me to be normal, different yet formal. 

Grabbing hatches, to kill the witches. 

Burnt by you, standing, falling in cue. 

Crying inside, tell me to decide. 

Between good and bad, I find what I had. 

In a land long ago, welcome to my show. 

Fire burning my heart, forgot how to start. 

In media rush, ran me down with a bus. 

Full of replikas, merry fucking Christmas. 


Submitted: December 26, 2020

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