My pencil is broken
Up and down and I,will hit the ground.
My senses is gone,
and so are you.
My pencil broke,
and my heart stopped
pumping my blood.
I must go now
and sharpen up
my pencil.
Good bye.
Poetry by Calle
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Written on 2005-10-29 at 21:52
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