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despair 5/21/2012

Poetry By: Rose Kuran
Horror



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Submitted:May 24, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


In the deepest parts of despair you'll find me there. Lying crippled

and cold. My once glorious wings, that were covered by silk wight

feathers are broken bones of my past covered by dust and ash.

And i

can no longer fly, no over a hill or a mountain. I'm crippled and no

matter how you try, you can't pull me up, can't lift my sorrows. I'll

lay here till the end of time, till the future has become the past, and i myself am dust and ash.





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