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hands grawling from benieth the ground
a red rose barring thorns
beyond the deapthes of my soul
beyond my limations
it speacks of nothing but but death in a loving matter
asking it what it is it says
my body is your loves
elegant
poise
delightful
my thorns are the deathes in your life
horible
fearse
tearable
it speackes of only emotions
it struck me while the rose spoke
emotions are what nourish my world
- by sacrafice all around |
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- | Submitted on 05/26/2009 |
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- Title: the deep
- Artist: sacrafice all around
- Description: true feelings
- Date: 05/26/2009
- Tags: deep
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Comments (2 Comments)
- angelsupernova93 - 03/26/2010
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I like this poem, simple in its own way
But yes the spelling will need to be fixed - Report As Spam
- ZeroChanceOfSurvival - 11/14/2009
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i like the poem...
although the spelling kinda bothers me, sorry
4/5
good job, though biggrin - Report As Spam