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Post by sylvia on Jun 30, 2011 23:34:34 GMT 8
a poem:
Shallow Grave
I was five and fully alive When I took a dive. The big plunge Blown in the winds like a crisp, faded Autumn leaf being destroyed by bitter hands. Cupped full of knives and daggers. Snowball Snowfall lands on my un-twitching features My dead skin. My dead cells. That ceased breathing long ago. Unfound I have endured blistering hells to reach my final place Here Among the dying leaves
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Post by lacrimosa on Jun 30, 2011 23:51:58 GMT 8
This is really amazing. Very powerful.
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Post by lynette on Jul 1, 2011 21:02:49 GMT 8
This is really amazing. Very powerful. I agree.
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