Poem: Farewell Happy Fields


   Never strike out of anger.
   Its these things we said that we will always regret. 
   Its those bruises we’ve caused we hope 
   we could have never brought up foremost. 
   Horrors that hailed. 
   The blood and the stains.
   F   a   r   e   w   e   l   l    
   t   o   m   o   r   r   o   w  
   f   a   r   e   w   e   l   l   .  
   F     a      r    e     w     e     l    l    
   h   a   p    p    y    
   f   i   e   l   d   s    
   f   a   r   e   w   e   l   l   

   2011©Agapin Edrayll
    Image: American Horror Story S01


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