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purple city
Red for love Blue for sky's
A tap full of tears a mothers eyes
Dry are the lids from mourning salt
Mothers world has come to a halt
Love for truth honesty and pride
Sky is were he lives mother dying inside
Red for anger blue for healing Anger for injustice and Grief and lies
Healing for the families of those in the sky's
Red is our blood Blue our veins
Vital to living in...
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 12:43 am
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