wrote a story
and looked into your eyes' perfection
watched my pencil's
cremation:
saw fire light up between your legs
watch the liar, see how he
begs
for forgiveness of prose,
like a soul I rose...
satisfaction in blood my words
cried
and died as reaper assured
with graphite you would be defaced
finally erased.
~~~
Author notes
oh, lord. it's crap.
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Comments
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i think this is amazing, and flows so well *hugs*
stop syaing bad things about your writes! thats an order
lol. but keep writting
Stephanie ♥
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Crap is much worse than this, darling
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