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Loves cemetery [part i].

As she rusts and decays
From love, a mutilated gene;
Her face falls apart, like a broken mirror
Her hands are covered in blood that is a
Combination of her own
And the blood from her lovers veins.
She screams, as her lungs collapse
And as she screams no more.

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Part I of II.

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  • ImmortalChains
    December 6, 2008

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    Love this poem.

    The title really caught my attention, for starters. Also: "From love, a mutilated gene;" is a very good way to put love. The ending is ironic, and the whole piece is beautiful. Write more. (Where's part II?)


  • Syringe
    December 3, 2008
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    Love it!

    Ironic ending. Good poem! XD