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Flood
Contributed by
poppym123
on
Saturday, 23rd April 2011 @ 07:14:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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An apathetic whimper, a sunken, weeping wall. My tears infect your room, your wardrobe, car and hall.
I'll turn your road to river, your school a goldfish tank. A long forgotten teasure chest that was once a bank.
I'm a soggy form of death, a cold malignancy, the midwife of disease, yet you depend on me.
I'll slither up your spine lift you off your feet blur your vision, dull your hearing, down your throat I creep.
I'll never inflict pain, you'll leave quite peacefully, your lips a purple-blue from one last drink of me.
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2011-04-23 07:14:19] (Date/Time posted on
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