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Concealment

No more can I cry
I just want to die


A world so full of lies
No longer can I try

My cradle made of thorns
My blood the color black
This life I live, these tears I cry

I can never take them back

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milkinmoo

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  • Polaja Greeters member
    August 7, 2008

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    I like the air of finality that this poem has, well done. Thank you for entering this contest just a note to ask you to check that you have followed the rules - I wish you the best of luck when it comes to judging!

    Keep writing

    Polly