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Shrouded Vale
A pure white shroud of mist manifest
The dark secrets we try to keep repressed
In a creeping vale of fog
we hide a deep emotional bog
In the smoke of raging flame
It hides the only one to blame
In a hot and damp steam
We hide all of our malicious dreams
In a cloud of dust we hide
While all the violence slowly subsides
In a gentle cloud we weep
Trying to wake us from our endless sleep
In the rain we bear inside
All the pain we try to bide
At the bottom of a lake
We reminisce of the times we faked
In the middle of winter’s frost
In the wake of a crashing wave
We mourn for all the lives we lost
And dream of all the lives we saved
poem
by
Logan Fulk
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