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Ashes in the wind

Your scars are bleeding,
But you haven't noticed;
For you're trying to banish
The sadness you've found.
And through this glare
I'm beginning to see,
The mark of your angel,
Upon,your heart.
Within the daylight and the dust,
You refuse to see.
The ashes in the wind.
Long forgotten...some forgiven.
If pure happiness,
Is possible;
Then I hope pure hate,
Is too.
For you to be happy,
I must be hate.
For the ashes,
In the wind.

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