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Midnight across the darkest hour,
Something beautiful an elegant flower.
Touch its petals and it may bite,
Glowing under the dark moon lit night.
Creeping around in the muddy moars,
Searching for souls, which is yours.
Run it across your bloody wrist,
See a sight you cannot miss.
A p***k on the finger will do no harm,
But feel the blood running down your arm.
A sight that you have never seen,
Why does life have to be mean?
- by x-iiMz Solo |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/16/2008 |
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- Title: Cut by a rose.
- Artist: x-iiMz Solo
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- Date: 10/16/2008
- Tags: rose
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Comments (5 Comments)
- NakedJack - 02/01/2009
- I don't think that means life is mean, but someone is stupid lol Nah, its good writing and good art too. Bit cliche with the rose and all. Pretty linear in meaning but a joy to read.
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- MongsInThongs - 12/22/2008
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- Jaydey Dohnutz - 12/22/2008
- love it XD 5/5
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- iiNightx - 10/16/2008
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Glowing under the dark moonlight
i think it would sound better if it said
Glowing under the dark moon lite night
but i still love it sis - Report As Spam
- xevil_bunny_wuverx - 10/16/2008
- cool poem sis biggrin
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