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Bed Sheets

The bed sheets are stained with crimson in the night
Screaming yells are muffled by the light.
Nonstop after awhile
The pain is suffering like a shattered vile.
I rather be dead
Then with you in bed.

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  • Mercury Rising
    June 10, 2007

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    There's a lot of red in this one for sure, mostly angry red, but that's allright. A pleasure to read. Thanks for entering, and best of luck.

    David


  • iamthebeatles
    May 2, 2007

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    TEEHEEHEE
    This poem makes melaugh everytime! well...............most of your poems do!

    *peace*