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THIS is my submission then :D For Nanna Marie Andersen's dark poetry contest. It won't win, but it's the darkest I could crank out recently.
Submitted:Jan 5, 2010 Reads: 114 Comments: 10 Likes: 8
Paranoia
Drips into strings
Braided around my fingers
Tying off the written words
Of the imagination
The strings
Turn into ivy
Piercing through my chest
To my heart
Constricting each beat
Thorns bud
From the tortuous vine
And prod the webs
Of thought
Collecting in the dark mind
Of a lonely writer
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