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Paleness
Contributed by
doug
on
Wednesday, 26th November 2003 @ 07:19:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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a withered rose
filled with thorns
blood drips from her
fingers
her cold touch of
soft despair
in the bleak december
the pale lights
and blank walls
remind her of her
soul
she slides the knife
gainst frigid skin
the warm blood does flow
a smiling grimace
paints her face
the cold tears
do run
she cries out into
the night for someone
anyone
blood dripping from
her finger echoes
on the floor
she is alone in paleness
for now and evermore
Copyright ©
doug
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2003-11-26 19:19:58]
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Re: Paleness
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Wednesday, 26th November 2003 @ 09:26:31 PM AEST
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Good write... I imagine you're right...
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Re: Paleness
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by Lone_er on
Wednesday, 26th November 2003 @ 09:32:00 PM AEST
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| Ouch! Hauntingly good write Doug---Russ |
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Re: Paleness
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by EmSal on
Thursday, 27th November 2003 @ 06:50:08 AM AEST
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Good write for one who hasn't cut, don't cut it isn't worth starting...take care.
Emma. |
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