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Pinch of salt
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
a pinch of salt, grain of grain, now shes walking once again, i sprinkled it over her grave, shes alive, shes with me, she cant talk and she cant sing, but shes alive, shes with me again, its all i ever wanted, all i ever needed, shes the walking dead, but shes my love, shes my life, i told her i wouldnt let her face death alone, so now ill bring her home, we can live like we used too, we can happy, she cant hug me back but its ok, i see her eyelids flutter, i know she lives, so this love ill give, i can see it in her eyes, she will be better, our happy little family will come back, no more heart attacks, no more insane asylums, just me and her, my love, her skin is cold, the grave is wet, but her heart is beating, and oh yes death im cheating ------------------ |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
This one is a bit morbid for me, but you've written it well.....kind of reminds me of The Monkey, Three Wishes or Pet Cemetary ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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