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Her life
Contributed by
Warmy
on
Monday, 16th January 2012 @ 12:04:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Her life was a wound that never healed her delicate smile quivered her wrinkly face was just like a tissue that never soaked up the tears
His shadow hangs in every corner his guant face in shattered glass A man jumps out in the darkest dreams a figure not welcomed from the past
whispers tug and bat at her pleads but her fragile ways are solid A glorius life that once was is now a lone horse in a forest
She's now to old to keep running to sit and await her fate An argument that turned deadly forces a murderous women to weep.
Copyright ©
Warmy
... [
2012-01-16 12:04:05] (Date/Time posted on
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