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Evening In the Graveyard
Contributed by
kailadragon
on
Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 08:57:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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where is he?
the day is dead
and i'm still waiting
sitting on a tombstone
staring off into space
dark night closing in
damp earth beneath my bare feet
and a rustle of leaves
as someone finally approaches
but instinct remains me still
though I feel the warm breath
on my cold flesh
i slowly turn, only to be met by
a blunt end of something
and my conciousness fades far away
as sleep closes in.
and my mystery
steals me away
.....to be continued....
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2004-05-27 20:57:03]
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Re: Evening In the Graveyard
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by shelby on
Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 10:27:04 PM AEST
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spooky Im watching 4 the rest
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