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Dark Clouds


No one tells you how it happens,

Going to hell and coming back


Follow the rules

Can you stay on track?


Dirt on your face

A crack in your veil


Hollowed out bones,

Splintered and frail


One minute you’re fine

No clouds in your way


The next you’re nose down

Though you holler and pray


So, come back you have 

Escaped with your loot


Look down and you’ll see it:

The devils grip on your foot


—  Kate Gemma


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