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Stains
written by cryptic_misery06:29 PM 3/23/05Blood blessed upon her clothes
Sleeves ripped and rags torn
Dirt and filth are the last remains
But they're slowly disappearing too....
And she is no where...
Gone without a single footprint to trace
No cry for help will she make
For where she is
Screams are nothing and
Crying is useless
Dried liquid of life on the walls
Of handprints as a vital sign
That she's finally giving up
Oh.. she's gone now, and
All that's left are stains |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by forbiddenangelofdarkness (3-23-2005 - 06:46 PM)
| Gorgeous are you sure you weren't talking about me comment on my poetry sometime |
by Genocide Reaper (3-23-2005 - 07:45 PM)
| I love the atmosphere this poem gives. |
by just_nikki_21 (3-23-2005 - 09:14 PM)
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