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The flowers in my hands soon become weak and wilted. She stared into my eyes seeing me for who I was not for what I am. Her eyes seem to marvel the very being of my exhistance, defiance flashed thru out her.
Her spine sraightend ,her skull tilted back and her mouth took on daring grin. My eyes slowly drooped and I swifly but smoothly left my dead body behind choosing the powerful wind to blow me away.
- Title: Dare
- Artist: Akorn23
- Description: just read the poem
- Date: 08/24/2009
- Tags: dare
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Comments (5 Comments)
- emygrl99 - 07/23/2011
- really deep*
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- emygrl99 - 07/23/2011
- Reallydeep, nut i have no idea wats going on.
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- ProfessorKC - 08/26/2009
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typos and too short. I agree. Referring to the woman/gril's head as skull instead was intriguing ... but I have no idea what you were going for with the reference aside from possibly a dead thing decaying and feeeding the life at your hands ... which would be good if anything else in the piece supported that idea.
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- x-iGenesis-x - 08/24/2009
- Personally, the typos REALLY turned me off, and the ending was too hastily done.
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- ChristineVictoriaCapulett - 08/24/2009
- man thats reall deep, idk wat to say to that i like it tho 4/5
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