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As I am consume in the darkness.
I am torn into pieces.
as my memories flow into the photos that surround me.
I feel as I had been forgotten and only the photos can speak on who I am.
As they are the chain of memories that are the link to you.
Only the ones that can read the photos of the dead will know my tale.
- by 7Haseo - I AM MARCUS |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/06/2009 |
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- Title: The dead reporter
- Artist: 7Haseo - I AM MARCUS
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Description:
This is a short poem folks that popped in my head and I had to write it down.
The pic also help make me think about the poem the pic of a reporter guy from a ps3 called folklord.
The poem was suppose to be about a dead reporter. Only special type of people can find out how he died, by looking a photo he may had been holding. Just to warn you I had not written a poem in a long time, so the verbs may be off. - Date: 12/06/2009
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