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Away

Here the frost lie upon the meadows fragile flower.

The subtle mist fill your lungs over this one delicate hour.

Now we've escaped the broken worlds expressions.

Broken free from there possesion.

Left with no more regret,

 I've moved passed my un-answered questions.

Terrified about going back to there deathly obsession,

  so here I lay all alone waiting to go back to the place I once called home....

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  • midnight-tears
    June 6

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    *_* Awesome *_*

    This is really good i love the parts about un-answered questions its reallly good you should live life with no regrets

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    June 6
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  • Lanasaur
    June 5

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    Beautiful

    I really enjoyed this poem its very relaxing i love this line 'The subtle mist fill your lungs over this one delicate hour.'
    Well done!
    Have a nice day!
    Lana
    x


    • NervousWreck
      June 5
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      I've added to the last line. I wasn't finished before lol
      Thankyou &+ you too.