| Dark Poetry #4 |
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Tiger's Stripes |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Tigers holler, through their stripes, Where black soles find their white counterparts. Unleashed beauty through a pastor’s air, Tracking feet where hatred once stared. Leasing pain, rose pedal to rose pedal, A hollow valley never seemed so strong. The price we pay for our freedom, Maybe this day will become the reason. |
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