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She was raped.
Raped of sanity.
A black dress swathed in wilted bows, and dying flowers.
This dress determines her faith in god,
and in satan.
Her faith in angels.
She is her own angel.
But this life is crippled by the fact,
so this life can only talk...
- by MariSWSPunK |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/11/2012 |
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- Title: Woven in Solitude
- Artist: MariSWSPunK
- Description: This is a really deep and PERSONAL poem i wrote. and the only reason why I'm letting it out is because its really good in my opinion, and i want to be noticed as a poet. i wrote it, because when i started living with my dad, my mom start saying all these awful things to me. i now have clinical depression because of that.
- Date: 11/11/2012
- Tags: deep poem woven solitude
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