Crippled Murder **

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just something I wrote when I was quite sad :(

Submitted: November 29, 2007

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I am a dainted feather on your dress, discarded

memories silking through my tearing vines and leaves

of which trees bow to shed me

myself and my own sympathy

playing on a violin with my screams on every string.

My Horrors awaken and I lay asleep, tossing and turning problems I seek

and hide, whimper to deny a crashin star at the corner of my eye

spy my tears with a missing lense at your face

me with your burden as I unlace

I am once again your dress, remaining.


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