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| Dark Poetry #1 |
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mazzystar Junior Member
since 2000-05-24
Posts 13 |
The feeling rushes over me like the blood from an open wound. An excruciating pain evelops the remnants of my heart, The rest deadened by the selfish soul When life was still beautiful. A time long ago that remains only as a memory Now paper thin. Love continued to be a desire then and not a fear. Life was still beautiful before you made your way into my heart, Allowing yourself to devour the tender pieces of flesh That make me who I am, Or what I was. When life was still beautiful. |
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