if a child
just for a moment
dares
to believe
in who they want to be
and not
in who they are
they will see
the ice-moon tree
as dance upon its tears
free
from the rhyme
set into the walls
holding their eyes
ever so still
river silent
water cold
quiet the scream
with nowhere to go
summer dreams
break
against the eyes
of reason lost
between the seasons
forever gone.
There is no mystery on this journey to hell. You are witness to the crimes dealing out the death sentences... each justified by one of the seven deadly sins.
Enter a glamorous world controlled by one of San Francisco's ultra-wealthy socialites an
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