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Through Fairy Eyes 4
By Dani Royer
I hear the stars
Burning in the dark
I see the sky
Falling from above
I feel the heat
Raining from the sky
I taste the fear
Pulsing from the travelers
I smell the hate
Pouring from the natives
I watch as the natives
Pull the travelers down
They are hurting them
And all I can do is stare
Watching
Feeling
Living
Their pain
Why is it that,
When people get their wish,
They destroy it?