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The death of innocence... The thing I do best...
I don't want shit comments like "omg dat was well sad"
You will end up the victim of my next poem. Just have a look at Death to the Whore to see what I done when my muse pissed me off.
Submitted:Sep 9, 2007 Reads: 137 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
the black roses falling on your coffin
as they lower you six feet down
the ground grows colder and yet
the mourners can feel you with them
the black roses falling on your coffin
add a darkness to a purity
that was stolen as death took you
only one week ago...
it seems like forever...
you were only a child...
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