The Raider Wire

Metallic Lilacs


Savannah Keith, Staff Writer

September 20, 2013

The poetry that flows Is a wave of control Washes of purple and red Staining shame   They’re lonesome and troubled Calling His name   God, will you answer us?   Untreated and ignored Bruises and cuts, Are tainted by blood Iron gush that kisses shaky...

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