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Black dust settles on the red battlefield.
We stare at the beauty that was there, -
The broken shards of glass distort my image,
The silver skin is freakish, unnatural, -
I see the world afresh,
the new dawn is my cloak, -
Measured breaths, Walking slowly towards a certain fate,
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An arid stench enters my nose,
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Falling through a world of troubles,
Glancing past a sea of pain, -
Twas a bright midsummer morning,
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Some people like people bubbly and boiled,
Some people like people nine days spoiled. -
What I hear outside my window, / I never truly know, / Is that the chirping of crickets, / Or the peeper frog's croaking song? / Whatever i
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There are many things I want to be,
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This is more of a short story than a poem but I hope you like it!(it's kind of gory)by Wydra 19 lines, 2 comments, on Mar 12 4:51 PM 2007
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This poem always makes me hungry!
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You may notice that LibertyOrDeath has this poem. i am Liberty.
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You may notice a user, LibertyOrDeath, wrote this poem!!!! I am that user!
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You may notice that this is the exact same poem another member, LibertyOrDeath, used. I am that user!
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