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Black Flowers
Contributed by
Inevitable
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Friday, 26th June 2009 @ 12:17:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Black flowers
decorate her heart, her soul
like dried blood, dripping the pain
Hurt me, my veins slit open
pick your poison and place it on my tongue
Dying, screaming a lullaby of disaster.
Pieces of myself falling away
Lover runs his tongue all over
She is silently awake
But in the morning, he attempts to break her heart.
Black flowers
in the funeral home, strung in my hair
Hurt me
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Inevitable
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2009-06-26 12:17:44]
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Re: Black Flowers
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 27th June 2009 @ 05:01:40 PM AEST
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There's some very emotive metaphors in here, especially in the final paragraph. good work.
-Phil |
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Re: Black Flowers
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 29th June 2009 @ 08:45:10 PM AEST
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| Wow, powerfully dark and great imagery. It really conveys that "hurt" well. |
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