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Silently I call,
You can't hear at all.
Your ears are bloody and eyes are blackened.
I try my best to heal you,
Your blood keeps spilling.
My hands are drenched now,
And you're still bleeding.
I cry out now, not knowing what to do.
It's to late now, you couldn't make it,
You didn't make it through.
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Monkey Bandit
, Apr 29 2008 10:55 AM
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Posted 29 April 2008 - 10:55 AM
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Delicate Snowflake
- Location:H-Burg, Mississippi
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Posted 06 May 2008 - 10:26 AM
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My Shattered Heart
It crashes to the bottom of the black abyss of my chest.
It shatters into pieces of what looks like red glass.
I look at my reflection, the black under my eyes is smeared.
A warm, dark liquid flows from the pieces, draining the red to a snow white.
I bend down and pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.
05/06/08
It crashes to the bottom of the black abyss of my chest.
It shatters into pieces of what looks like red glass.
I look at my reflection, the black under my eyes is smeared.
A warm, dark liquid flows from the pieces, draining the red to a snow white.
I bend down and pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.
05/06/08
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