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 Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 1:44 pm
A heart so gray, torn apart
"Dream of me," she said;
hold her close, a glowing art
as her wrists stain in red.
The eyes of death, so cold and black,
a hurt that never showed
you lost her once and can't turn back;
now pale where she once glowed.
A raven among us, locked up and hid
her fears were so transparent
and so accept the farewell she bid;
her fate becomes apparent.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 8:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:47 am
I did enjoy it. It flows rather well, and provides excellent imagery. (Ashinai scrapes a pencil across her cheek and moans her inability to perform the duties of a self-proclaimed poetry critic) domokun
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:30 pm
I love it. It has so much meaning behind all the words. Beautiful piece of work.
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