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A Former Self on the Other End
Contributed by
Fez
on
Friday, 13th January 2006 @ 07:50:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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She sits alone Alone in her home No movement, No breath Only the presents of death
I'm not alone She whispers into the phone Who is on the other end Her words they start to twist and bend
The rain falls down The blood on the ground Can only belong to one She wishes just to run
I cant, the words drip from her lips Like the blood from her wrists Run says the person on the other end But her legs will never mend
The phone slams onto the floor Death walks in through the door She is so afraid She lies now in the bed that she has made
Copyright ©
Fez
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2006-01-13 19:50:02] (Date/Time posted on
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