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Blue Roof [Blue Roof]

It was a dream…
It was reality in form of a dream
Monoxide crypt weakly
Trying to clap up my lungs

Trying to cough out the dust
But then my vision fades,
As the same demons permeate the room-
Blue roof burnt red,
Blue roof burnt black!

Knowledge in those books
Of law turn dust,
Cloths, gadgets! The only
Good news is that
I survive!

Written by: Harun Oye

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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