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This is a poem I wrote.
All of these thoughts lacing my soul up with sorrow, for today and tomorrow.
Sorrow dances in my tempered soul like an Indian dancer.
The happy petals of life faded away.
The dance of sorrow came.
I remember dusky days of sorrowful
memories coming back to haunt me
. it happened so fast like an
violindustrial artist with her fiddle.
Look through the doors of pain you caused let
the claws of regrets sink in.
Like a half dead mink im trembling.
Time of life is running out faster
than that anime sailor clock is ticking.
Im a big disgrace as much as I am graceful.
Again my heart beating faster than that Irish beat.
Life's like a cup of tea it takes one action to mess it up!
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IF YOU STEAL THIS IM GONNA TRACK YOU DOWN AND SUE YOU!
 fishyseaz V2 · Mon Apr 06, 2009 @ 08:46pm · 0 Comments |
