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Her skin is ice cold.
The room is bright red.
She calls out a name.
As she slowly cuts off her head.
- by x-Immortal Despair-x |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/17/2009 |
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- Title: Death
- Artist: x-Immortal Despair-x
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Description:
a short, but depressing poem.
wrote it a little while ago.
tell me what you think? - Date: 03/17/2009
- Tags: death
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Demi-were - 08/05/2009
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k um work on it next time make it better embed feeling of hatred
hehe read mine
they are simply insanity
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- Drunckle Jinn - 04/23/2009
- Damn.....
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- lesslife_morekill - 03/20/2009
- Thats harsh...
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