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Untitled #2
Contributed by
Nardo
on
Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 12:03:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The window
out of which I look,
sees the entire world
but my fear keeps me locked inside.
The door
opens wide,
letting in the cool air,
too cold for my skin to bare.
The stairs
leading up to my room,
a place where sleep
is the sibling of Death.
My bed,
the cold place where I lie,
mummified in sheets.
Pull them up high,
over my head
and make the sun go away.
Copyright ©
Nardo
... [
2005-02-12 00:03:34]
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Re: Untitled #2
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 01:06:27 AM AEST
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| This is really great. It's short, but so descriptive and deep. Excellent job. |
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Re: Untitled #2
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by Bleeding_Nightmares on
Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 10:48:29 AM AEST
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| Sad yet full on and powerful words, excellent poem. |
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