Open Poetry #40 |
Nightly Affair |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The blood that rang her head so loud, she could no longer hear the winds tranquil sound. She bled until her knees gave way, her sins pictured within her grappled hands. A cocoon of regret, The apple too hard to resist, The mouth opens wide like a net. The blood stained her blouse, staned, she shall never forget. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
I read once I read twice And you made me squirm Nothing wrong with that. A |
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