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Yet another short, decidedly dark, piece of overly structured poetry.
Submitted:Oct 14, 2008 Reads: 570 Comments: 13 Likes: 6
My gleaming blade it slows the heart
This shaking hand a perfect calm
This mind is clear as crystal meth
These eyes adhere like canting death.
And all the world becomes one shade
A perfect crimson red I've made
I know at once what must be done
To escape, the morning sun
Sweet,
Seductive,
Suicide.
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