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This Is Death,

Poetry By: SecretGirl97

Tags: Death, Goth, Dark

The truth about death

Submitted:Jan 7, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Round , all around, The dark memories gather,

My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my heart.

It crushes me, and silentley my blood drips to the thirstey earth.

In agony I cry out , "Why?"

While deaths shadow surrounds me.

Now,alone my soul falls against darkend eyes.

This is death, By Ami

Age 14.


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