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| Dark Poetry #5 |
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Desirer4New Member
since 2008-04-23
Posts 57basketball soccer writting and anything to do with art |
walking in the street walking in the dust i scream at the sky i do not know why i am angry and i am sad look around for something to grab onto because im falling down onto the bright green grass colors are turning and slowly swirling around around my head is pounding laying on the ground laying in the dirt my heart stays bound continual pain and hurt all these colors are making me sick sit me up stand me on my feet and send me back down the street. |
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20toes Junior Member
since 2009-07-26
Posts 42AZ, USA |
I really like this piece of work...it is so real and lets you feel the character's pain...great piece of work here! I walk in the clouds, I sing in the dust |
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