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Touch of Soul1

Poetry By: shadowlight

Great dispair

Submitted:May 26, 2011    Reads: 11    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Hardened tears, forever moons

A darkened spirit looms

Cold and damp within

Knowing each and every sin

Its eyes hollowed out too deep

As rivers of blood began to creep

As if its own tears been made

Upon its own bed of nails be laid

Never known to be the day

That the spirit would try to say

With darkened teeth and -

- And tongue less mouth


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