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BLISS
AND BLUES
written by nathania
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She was halfway up the mountain
Waiting for the people to walk by
The people with lips that haunt her
The ones that always lied
She sharpened up her pitchfork
She readied her knife
Though they haven't come in years
It's their footsteps that really haunt her
It's the memories that kept her tied
JE LEEST
Bliss and Blues
Poëziea collection of fairytales based on past experiences. copyright © 2019 by nathania
