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Untitled Chaotic Misunderstanding.

Kill Me thrill me...
Let me Live or Let me Die.
My eyes are dry with tears of foreboding loneliness.
Ma petite she sighs on her marbled tombstone.
So limp and frail...disjointingly scarred...
Lovely misted eyes...now cold and carefree...
Child what have you done...
Child what have you done...Tell me.

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Written December 12th, 2004

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  • pattyann4500
    December 13, 2004
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    "Kill Me thrill me...
    Let me Live or Let me Die."

    Interesting way to start your poem. "Dry tears" from crying too much? This is a good poem. Dark and "disjointed". Hugs, Patricia