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Autumn Nightmore
Contributed by
xxPullMyStringsxx
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Sunday, 21st November 2010 @ 02:12:22 AM in AEST
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Poetry, written in blood upon crisp autumn leaves.
It's freezing here.
Wind caresses my cheek like a cold lovers last kiss.
Dying tree's with lips that beg, and limbs that snare,
Come to carry me to my grave!
My heart, it bares the branches wicked scar's.
Poetry, in liquid form.
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xxPullMyStringsxx
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2010-11-21 02:12:22]
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Re: Autumn Nightmore
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by Voyager on
Sunday, 21st November 2010 @ 07:19:49 AM AEST
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I like it!!....this is was the highlight:
"Wind caresses my cheek like a cold lovers last kiss."
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Re: Autumn Nightmore
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by deusdeira on
Saturday, 11th December 2010 @ 02:24:36 AM AEST
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| short but nice :) an enjoyable read. This reminds me of Halloween. |
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Re: Autumn Nightmore
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by nirupam on
Monday, 20th December 2010 @ 07:32:11 PM AEST
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| splendid images, excellent brevity, very authentically worked out..... |
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