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the last sequel, in laiman's terms
Contributed by
candi
on
Wednesday, 24th December 2003 @ 04:44:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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the punch
the pain
the blood spilling out
she feels as if she has lost her soul
the shock
the horror
the anger
she pauses to try and gain control
dont hit her
dont hit her
dont hit her
you'll kill her
rapid pulse
rapid thoughts
rapid pacing
she stares in disbeleif
cold snow on her feet
cold blood in her veins
cold heart in her chest
she has hatred in her mind
she'll never forgive her
she'll never return
she is dead to her now
Copyright ©
candi
... [
2003-12-24 16:44:04] (Date/Time posted on
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