This vagabond within me laughs in the face of grace Silently weeping as death recovers her face One splurge of power She foolishly takes in vain To die like a thirsty flower with nothing left to regain Through darkened roads and skys of red She walks on through the souls of the dead The rotting corpse floods her mind The last of her footsteps echo behind She doesn't think this could be real because there's no remorse that she feels.Birth sign: Gemini
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