Teen Poetry #9 |
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Vulpine Junior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 20Minnesota |
He’s waiting He’s watching, Wanting you to mess up He sits there smiling Waiting for your time to be up As he moves in closer All your bones begin to ache He reaches out and touches your face Cold to the bone and you begin to shake His name is death a creature you wish not to meet I just want you to believe in me when no one else does. |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
Last line...agreed. 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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