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Graveyard
Contributed by
Candyann
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Monday, 31st August 2015 @ 05:25:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I lye there
At my own grave freshly buried
I keep telling myself
" I'm not really here. "
" That isn't me! "
A dark cloud comes over me
Comes over my grave
Comes over my freshly buried body
And it begins to rain
I get muddy
And I'm waiting patiently
For the grass to grow
But It never does
Weeks have went by
Months came just as soon
But no grass has grown
And all that remains is just dirt!
Copyright ©
Candyann
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2015-08-31 17:25:04]
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Re: Graveyard
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by Archie on
Monday, 31st August 2015 @ 05:32:00 PM AEST
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| This is horrifyingly good writing. You leave the readers a few good questions to answer. Nice piece |
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Re: Graveyard
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by softerware on
Tuesday, 1st September 2015 @ 07:32:45 PM AEST
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Spooky write! I love that it leaves so many pieces to the imagination of the reader. It is fun to construct a senario to fit your parameters!
You have written half a puzzle and left the rest to perception! It stirs the imagination!
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