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Death day ball

Poetry By: SkarlettStone

For my loveley Seven of Swords

Submitted:Mar 1, 2008    Reads: 107    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

My wings are cliped

My eyes are wide

I'm in love

And have lost the will to fly

This fall has been long

I hit the ground and should have died

But some how he gave me hope

And mabey someday he'll help me fly

I've some how grown into you

But you choose to seporate from me

My black and red wings of rejection

You got me thrown out of Valljala

Then tossed me

But I still am your toy

I love you with all

So even if you missuse me

For you are whom

I'm going to the end

To be with who

doesn't want me at all


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