Scarlett-coated winds
Whisper murderous thoughts.
Cloud-filled comforters
Replaced by slate cots.
Heartshattering propositions
Force reality near.
Honest vanity
Inspires unveiled fear.
Lying smiles
Claim everything is alright.
But those same cold eyes
Are overcomewith fright.
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