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Untitled
Contributed by
xbleedingheart
on
Thursday, 25th November 2004 @ 07:42:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Your death is the
Deliruim of losing sleep.
It is the ska songs
Never ending, always playing,
Off of old worn out cassettes.
It is the tears of florets,
And the blood of tidal waves.
Your dying leaves
The bittersweet taste of blood
Long after the body is found.
How is it that a death
Could be so perfect?
Copyright ©
xbleedingheart
... [
2004-11-25 19:42:47] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Untitled
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Thursday, 25th November 2004 @ 10:07:16 PM AEST (User
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that certainly had a demented ending...fantastic write. powerful. |
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