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Bloody Soil
I remember the condensation, Of blood that was identified as my own. I don't remember what had happened, Or if I was originally alone. Was my skin always blistering red? Were my insides always cold? Were my arms and legs always numb? Has my heart grown old? The noise of a high chime, Drips to the rusty, metallic ground. That "ping" melody can kill a man, Then the ripples take the rest of the life down. Then parts of my solid remains, Transform into mud with a splash. So thick that any force could gravitate it, And the atmosphere's push and pull clash. My eyes melt along with my lips, My nose and ears on fire. As it resembles the wax of a candle, That remolds the ground and stays retired. I haven't posted a poem in a long time. I hope you like this. >.< |
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Good poem, brooke.
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Thanx Leaf. ^^
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woh...deep.....man
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It's dark, but it's good.
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Love it
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Thanx you guys. ^^
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so sad...D:
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Awesome, Brooke. ^^
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Very nice, Brooke. :)
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Thanx you all. ^^
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Um............ Deep
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Thanx. *bumps and I'm sorry for doing so*
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