Betrayer
stood I,
Forever and now does it know you,
It see's that you, tangle inside love of heart
My watch, broken and untrustworthy are you.
Slowly, falling and dying, was it while
I to Forest said what is that
"Five"
"Twenty Two"
"Fifteen"
"Twelve"
"Is it lost?"
Sounds of sea the with in blends it and
Born is sound a
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Username: C 25 15 21 23 1
The secret to this poem is in the title.
A contest entry
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Comments
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hm, interesting and different write. nice take on the prompt! thanks for entering.
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