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The Sharpness
Contributed by
binkcaesar
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Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 03:33:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
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The sharpness is coming close,
I feel it in the air.
That last breath hurt the most.
My throat begins to tear.
Now the sharpness has arrived.
I feel it next to me.
It's a wonder she survived.
There's still no guarantee.
I can feel her float away.
The sharpness getting nearer.
I know now I've been betrayed.
She was merely a mirror.
Now the sharpness, at my throat.
Blood runs down my chest.
Blood runs deep, but I stay afloat.
This hope, I do detest.
In much pain, one final call.
And one ultimate regret.
I had the sharpness after all,
are you worried yet?
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2004-05-09 03:33:14]
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Re: The Sharpness
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by Archie on
Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 06:39:34 AM AEST
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| Good poem |
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Re: The Sharpness
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 9th May 2004 @ 04:26:37 PM AEST
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| very nice, i liked the quote you started out with. |
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