Cries


The cries heard from the
Crowd of the youth burn
With the death of the thought
That once upon a time will always
End in a happily ever after, only
To be found at the bottom of the
Valley of darkness, covered in
Black tar, sucking them into the
Never ending truth that love is
Not always forever.

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